Again, Dawn kisses me with her cold, harsh lips
Ignoring any want of sleep, though the meds still...

As I lie here half forgotten
by the ones I used to know...

Senryus are weird.
To me, they make no real sense...

Dear Sun,
I remember the day I'd seen your light...

We sit here in silence
watching the crows fly high...

May the ghosts of grinders find you
and in every tea cup haunt you...

Tree leaf, tea leaf, let us leave;
satisfaction absent, apparent it seems...

Five "Tea"s do I count,
but "Coffee"s only three...

The wind floats far from it's resting place
in search of warmth to rise again...

Oh clerk in black, swinging away with your silent...
the morning grass never stood a chance and it's...

The day falls short on an open valley,
while songbirds sing to a blooming orchard...

News falls nigh upon deafened ears
of a messenger sent by apparition...