Not So Super Super -haiku-

Its Thursday morning
The walls are all soaking wet
I love my building

Roaches -haiku-

Little feet scurry
When the faucet is turned on
To a drier place

The 1 -haiku-

The train screeches by
Sparks illuminate this night;
Electric blue sky

Of Morlocks and Men -haiku-

We become cattle
Inside the mouths underground
Our hands do not fight

Making Excuses/Deconstructing Truths

There are brief moments when
The waking world melds with unconsciousness
Like salt becoming sanguine when poured upon torn skin
Like a memory courted by letdowns and desires
There are more moments when
The awake remain conscious
Alone in thought
Making excuses
Deconstructing truths
Just to pass the time
Until everything

Stops.