Haiku 3

A violent silence is on its way to sheet the horizon in a gray curtain of rain, to draw the light to rest and the world to night. A silence felt in bones like the deep rumble of thunder, humming through the soil and rock, but never bringing on the

I want to be an Egyptian priest, or a gnome, or a toy maker. I want to guess the name of Rumpelstiltskin. I want to stand stripped naked of the dapper decorum and protocols I dressed myself in too young to know their cost. I want to believe the truth

My friend would burn his life down every seven years like clockwork. Ticking with machinations clicking into place. Spinning gears and locking levers grinding grains to pit a smooth surface. Pawl and pinion finding broken teeth, a balance wheel beating out of rhythm set on a broken jewel and trigger