stoplight haiku

place
ache
calm mayhem

fever, fevered.
rain
september, oh

pursed lips
pursed and pressing against.
part them

when you come see me
don’t worry about
your hat

(“fear is the lock, and laughter the key to your heart.”)

you pissed me off
taking
my stolen albums

broken teeth
bad shoes
mine forever

I’m going to fly away.
second time I played live
I survived.

“….it’s getting to the point that I’m no fun anymore…”
csn.