Lobsters don’t die from old age /
They just get tired of moulting and shouldering /
All the necessary sadness a being needs /
To move from shell to shell /

The whistlers wheel through the sky /
Those skeleton birds, the wind /
Playing a dirge through their bones /

Cover your ears, child /
Hear only the trees now /

Men also love scalp massages /
and trailed fingers in their hair /

The crimson leaf pile near the street drain /
Has a picture of reasons for you to skip down the walk /

A phantom muscle in my brain /
Works on weekends and overtime /
To convince me that I’m imminent /
Just that, imminent /

Our heads house living things /
Dreams born and buried as we sleep /

Fireflies, wandering eyes /
Blinking through the popular trees /

The cicada killers drone in the park /
Small rockets /
A display of gold in the sky /

These geese, man, they hunt /

In feral packs, snakes stacked /

On top of chicken breasts /

“Haikus wrap themselves /
around Mona Lisa’s smile”