haiku
by rcribay
from the open mouth
of a green fire hydrant:
a frozen flow into the street.
“this is not all we are”
the familiar refrain rings;
“beyond the pale a new life awaits”
holds out hope for the hopeless,
but i find it harder these days
to look past the mere matter
and see what lies beyond
with my vision obscured
by beer/wine/whisky
and my desire hijacked
by greed/lust/pleasure;
so the beyond disappears
in its very invisibility,
and the present intrudes
by its extreme tangibility,
filling my senses to the max,
demanding my attention.
First times
razor blades
soft skin
loose red thread
overwhelming flow
white bathroom tiles
quiet fall
daisies bruising
at the edge of night
a neon sign
‘Merci d’avoir vécu’
