Angelic choirs raise their voices
Holy holy holy...

Haikus are my kind
Easy to write...

In the evening
The shop owners...

Dark heart and a hurt head
There is disappointment in my soul...

From the sweat of
Our old poor parents...

Are you my friend
Then why did you rate me...

Flies do the fireworks
Aided by my reading lamp...

I think it is silly
When you envy someone...

Boys are simple and short
Girls are complex and long...

A bewitching hunger to write
Takes over me...

God tells me softly
Can you dance for me, son...

Laurence and Mary
Were two lovers...