2025 - The Cracked Door

07/20/25 A New Haiku for a New Day

Lustful fantasy
Tantalization that just
Falls away even grasped

Blast from the Past:

We’re told to always
Stand strong. Except when you fall,
Become limber fast.

Our planet is vast
I only want you to dream
I will go with you

Blast from the Past:

In this world of dust,
Every single speck is
A vast universe

An orphan of fate
Born with no fighting spirit
The world’s slipped away

Blast from the Past:

Life without purpose
Is no more wasted than life
Lived with poor purpose.

The cat left its perch
To stare anxiously
At the coming storm

Blast from the Past:

Where is the thunder,
Prophet of the flood storming
What we hold sacred?

I can still think of
All emotions that have died
My soul is impatient

Blast from the Past:

Emotional case
But I can’t talk about it
A weight inside me

Gunk now fills both eyes
My throbbing throat can’t swallow
Puss ooze from my scabs

I’m sick today.

Blast from the Past:

Not only are we
On the same boat, but we’re all
Seasick together.

Exist to produce
Collected from ruins of dreams
Emptiness of things

Blast from the Past:

Beneath the race to
Meet, organize, and produce
Lies oblivion.