Haiku #42


Lost the grip a bit
Take some little tablets now
Murder the madness


I Miss Me

I miss me

When I wake
I take
What is left
Of me
Spend  time alone
Kissing cigarettes
And tea
During the day
Invisible on the street
Eves I dine on wine
Sadness bittersweet
The moments in-between
Are often all unseen
Until a midnight chime
The sleepy  stars mime
Who I use to be
I miss me.

I miss me