Soft skin summer sun
Warms Autumn’s cruel gaze.
Sunflower Songbird.
Insomniac nights.
Bored brains create no haiku.
Time runs without fuel.
Addicted moans
Offer cash opened hands,
Sparks burning out night.
Overturn within.
Discover flaws in walls,
Let sweet summer in.
Ginger steps soothe aches.
Nausea of bent mind
Quells springtime sun sprouts.
Imaginary
Image machinery voids
Reality cheque.
Machines silence ghosts.
Trees bow to angry roads.
Valleys weep crickets.
He’s not a liar,
Just an inventor of more
Convenient truths.
Lips calm nervous storms
Overthrowing winter ice
With painless fire lust.
We sit down quiet,
Accept repetition.
Pour clouds of deep sleep.
–Jack Blare
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