stoplight haiku

eleven mercies
dressed for war
eleven mercies dressed for june

hot as jesus
hot as necessity
hot as waiting

my job;
to my father’s side
in one piece

the river
a rain
of watertrains

it’s time.
time for buildings,
food, and news.

finally.
big and weird.
loud, too

to the chariots
the waiting
to tomorrow and its father

breeze
new scar on shoulder:
pawn the blu-ray!

saving liquorslain
title
for haiku

running over words.
eyes feel good
running over words.

sunburned
in earnest
withal, without

fewer time,
less minutes
which. can I rest