wearing your black coat,
flirting with disaster, chain-
smoking to get by.
3AM Thoughts // AKA “Haiku 153.”
relationship
MIND: Requited
It is not time or opportunity that is to determine intimacy; it is disposition alone. Seven years would be insufficient to make some people acquainted with each other, and seven days are more than enough for others.
Sense and Sensibility // Jane Austen
SOL: Occupata
The absence on my
finger betrays us both, where
can we go from here?
3AM Thoughts // AKA “Haiku 152.”
SOL: Petty
He asked me to write
solely for him, I called all
those poems, “Revenge.”
3AM Thoughts // AKA “Haiku 151.”
SOL: Broody
Our late-night talks are
rife with empty space and the
taste of loneliness.
3AM Thoughts // AKA “Haiku 149.”
SOL: Presumptuous
They all disappoint;
no one is as soft as their
words make you believe.
3AM Thoughts // AKA “Haiku 148.”
SOL: Nostalgia
I miss the days when
we would talk for miles. It all
feels far – out of reach.
3AM Thoughts // AKA “Haiku 145.”
SOL: Debris
You crumble in the
rubble of promises we
made, eternal rifts.
3AM Thoughts // AKA “Haiku 144.”
MIND: Incongruity
You’re spending your life without renewing it.
You’ve got to be amused, properly healthily amused.
You’re spending your vitality without making any.
Can’t go on you know. Depression! Avoid depression!
Lady Chatterley’s Lover // D.H. Lawrence
SOL: Bracing
the smell of fear on
tense skin excited him more
than i could believe
3AM Thoughts // AKA “Haiku 142.”
