Tommy Haiku #167-171

By Thomas Page A skeleton of An overpass flanked by grass Starting to grow there “It’s a yellow day” My dad says as the sun tries To simulate heat The train car salted, Beaten by boots and oxfords: Mineral collage Venomous tongues spake Falsehoods that were hard to break. How could one forsake? Lonely beer … Continue reading Tommy Haiku #167-171

Tommy Haiku #116-120

by Thomas Page The sun will rise, the Sun will set, the moon will rise The moon will set; Time. Will there ever be A sound as pure as a bird’s Unbound melody? Is the past behind Or ahead of me? Did I e’er see it coming? There are pools open In the dead of … Continue reading Tommy Haiku #116-120