Haiku

Old man, cigarette,

on my third drink already…

Sun bright…still air…breathe.

All the poets are

with me tonight in my dream..

we sing in silence.

Finding a way out

is not possible, really…

the way in right here.

I can't see the birds

outside…only hear roosters…

but I know they're there.

One day, then, the next…

simplicity, beauty, peace….

digging my own grave.

How long, oh, how long?

the starlings gather and swirl

in the empty sky.