let the black heart die in its casing. freeing the beast within to feed on its shell. i can taste bile at the back of my throat where you made the great escape. if carnality is but weakness of soul, why do the hungry always find their sate. i will eat till bursting of this feast and take a bag home with what i do not. opening the eye behind the eye has left me weary. bring the hot red liquor here for my tasting. i will bend the neck of the bottle and drink what i came here for. what i came here for.
was that you?
its too late to tell.
was that you?
its too late to tell.
bob:
Thanks SO much for your comment on my Haiku set! I'm so happy that you like this set...I worried about the simplicity of it. But, sometimes, like a Haiku, simple is best. 
