haiku

My face is aching
Like winter in spring damn it
Gone to blow my nose

wet tissue trails behind me
tomorrow I'll taste my soup

I'm trying to think
as easy as drying rain
make it go away

drowning worms slither away
dewy writing on sidewalks

had a bath alone
I'd rather it a river
clean and smelling good

moonlight rinsing across me
go to sleep little bay bee

lullaby sweet dreams
twinkle twinkle little star
ever wonder why

from so far away star light
to see you to see me, comes

dreams of you so clear
dusty remains still decay
particles settle

not remembered in morning
nor forgotten when written

L. Boese & Stacey Gray