a graveyard of empty bottles

Haiku and tanka February 2014

1.
the pale grey hues of
another winter morning
-drinking black coffee


2.
gazing into the ghost of a
long forgotten dream
-infinite little moments


3.
-Buried hope and dreams
These city streets where little more
than a graveyard


4.
so there I stood; just
an empty shell with an empty bottle
-white knuckled grip


5.
-dreams buried in snow
the dissociated glare
of his vacant eyes


6.
-I’m just so tired now
cold waves breaking against the
eroding shoreline


7.
the soft jaded kiss
of tomorrows hopes and dreams
turning into ash

the days pass me swiftly by
one bleeding into the next


8.
-fuck you flappy bird
two hours I can’t get back and
a best score of three


9.
the hollow endless
march of the hours passing by
-Will it ever end?


10.
trapped in silence
nestled betwixt the hear and now
-we built our own cages


11.
-the season lingers
a hollow skeletal life
bleaching in the sun

–Mathew Ambrose