wet socks on the floor
moisten the barren pavement
smelly but i like

tick tock ticking clock
while counting my life away
advanced by an hour

darkness and shadows
cutting the light from within
tired from chasing day

effigy of stone
watching peripherally
neglected take heed

ink blots as verses
dripping secretly concealed
etched perpetual

solitary tree
standing small, scratching the sky
solitude is sweet

[My early, very very early attempts at doing haiku. Clearly, this never prospered, much like everything else I meant to write about.
This all looks like crap.]


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