black night haiku
Night sky black whispers
come to me please. She follows.
Taste buried blue dreams.
god looks away some days
I am punk rock temperament
I forgot a time before that
Feeling the rush of going
Toe to toe
Rebelling against everything
I am a product of rosary veins
Novenas through the centuries
Catholic faith rooted deep
In love for others
Self-shame hangs on the cross
along with Jesus
like nails it gets in the way
I am a sparkle of a super
Blue moon
In the mirror
Disguising hats hiding
parts of myself
Shining bright
in the night
and the light
poems as therapy
I am looking inside out
Cyclone chaos
Concave words mirroring
upside down answers
Alice in Wonderland
Perception clearly
Right in front of me
Gazing upon proximity
A good actor, I never dive
totally into clear honest
still water schisms
Searching ends with me
Is it plagiarizing if
you steal from yourself?
I’ve become lazy to the flow
Slam dunk, stick the landing
An audience member
clapping at the conclusion
automatically, no critical
or intellectual thinking
You make a secret
game of it all
Don’t tell anyone what
the words are really saying
You said,
“Be your own therapist”
I hope I am good
I have very high standards
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