Carefree Commas

Ignoring Word.

I Wish I’d Written: not a haiku, but a zappai

First. Last. Any.

How do you spell music?

Here/However/H’anyway…

Take the ink from the (FlexGrip) pen; articulate the uncontrollable.

I know it’s not 5-7-5… but does it even need to be short-long-short?

Absorbent mimicry, aping all at once together.

Churnin’ out.

Writing about sharing writing.

A place so full and hillside-located; pink, lit, ‘n green.

I used to sit in the wind of the morning, hearing them shout out numbers.

Cities in parallel, blended; the nearer past and ancient times.

Stillness. So still, so quiet.

Told through tense interpretation, their tales light the night and meet the morning.

A day about the harbour. A night around a fire.