Extended Haiku Poem

An image like a vine carries negativity from my earth to sky Rooting me to spot the greenfly of hope die there and fall off in clumps The sound of calling cancels growth of emotion empathy regained I trot to dinner where the fruits of our labours drown us in a haze Falling and climbing

haiku #277

The Alcoholist Wormwood, Barcode, Interstate coffee, toast, egg, flame undecided at morning jibber jabber music playing

Rainbow Dance Man

Little Fluffy Clouds

Who owns the little fluffy clouds? Is there a little fluffy cloud inside of me? Do I do back flips inside my little fluffy cloud? or does my little fluffy cloud do backflips on me? When I sleep is my little fluffy cloud in motion? Or still somewhere between the sky and the sun? How