You're either right on or dead wrong
when everything she says
is a samurai's katana
cutting into your conscience
like a fresh fish
being prepared as sushi
for a six star hotel

a haiku in hell

October blood
Weather vanes
The sun still blazes
no sign of rain
Sunshine machine
Cranked up too high
If I could see
in infrared
I would know
you lied

The executive decision to take my soul back

I fell asleep in the breath of war
I woke up to the sound of loosened lips
Telling secrets that were never secret to begin
If they knew the truth
They would never let you in
Youd take a step in the door
Your heart would stop and you'd bleed on the floor
The only reason you need my kiss
is because it's the only antihistamine
The closest call to what your doctors call
Your Cure