DIET HAIKU / CAT POP

BACK PORCH PHILOSOPHY

at the back porch

creaking
dripping

its a grey dawn
like the night holds a grudge
and
birds sing seamlessly
and
the
evergreens
shine
dull
with night rain

i have cigarette and a think -

i've got this far
yes
i've got this far 
deep 
into the fart of darkness

or -

i'm sick 
therefore
i am

and i think that'll do for now
as
my
bowels
are
begining to quake
and
they always have words 
more profound and relevant
than
i