Ideals and Insects

Only when looking up did everything seem so impossibly far. So I looked down on women and all I had to do was reach down a little bit. Now insects are my stars.

Haiku

next to the window;
without a sound my cellphone
rings with failure

Haiku (The Bus Chronicles)

Waiting for the bus
the squirrels jumping and playing
on leafless branches

accidental glance
hey man stop looking at me
homosexual

A touching embrace
between two complete strangers
violent speed bump