bread and margarine

somewhere in the horizon, the ocean and the sky meet and annihilate each other...

photo by khfalk at pixabay




bread and margarine


outside, the sun is a melting nuclear blast
it hurts the brain just thinking about it
too tired to make a lunch, just paste
two slices of bread with margarine
and call it that, there is zero
i really want to do, except
thinking of all the regrets
all filling up in a glass jar
so that one day i can toss
it all out and release them
back to the alleys and bell bottoms
and torn jeans where they came from

and

when you are old
looking through
the dusty stuff
in the shelves
thinking of all
the loves that were

and are

one can never stop
clutching at the
clinging nostalgia
like cold cobwebs
pulling at your face.


20/02/2018
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"you watch weeds grow and wonder who or which is more unwanted."

-- dsnake1, a point in your life



and a song to tide us over : Traffic - Love

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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2018

Temperature

i submitted this haiku to haikuworld's January 2007 Kukai (Free Format Entry). Guess it didn't do too well. It shared 19th place with 16 others, with just one vote. Thanks to the person who gave me that vote. And the winning entries are really good. Congrats to the winners!

Hmm, I think the image I drew is nicer than the haiku. :)


image by dsnake1


Temperature


thirty-eight degrees
troops goose-stepping in hobnails
across my brain


January 2007
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