the moon looks sadder / gazing elsewhere, maybe ill / we’re nightless these days
a board game that feeds / rewards its winners with / a loser pudding
beckoning, jingling / veils of skin murmured open / to bloody pleasures
satyr’s snores bubble - / beginning a beast that will / hush woodland ramblers
curated pollens / climb last glitters of sundown / to nuzzle and plot
brain barber closed shop / to deworm minds on the sly / in risqué house calls
emissaries from / cuddle town - not what they seem / their blanket rattles
darkly glistening / trails of deaths trainees, interns / as nothing-makers
munition loaded- / clutched in skull and cruel palms / of a fear lover
raised from veiled layers / eggs etchable with bytes from / the swan delegate
funerals galore / gremlins annex and aim the / sky crematory
head butlers reduced / to well-trodden paving for / the royal tantrums
a career built on / evaporating voices / into arias
fifth shell boiling red / the locust clock never lies: / next year will be worse
gorgon convoy steers / five regal tongues to lap the / pools by burst udders
sheltered in night cape / roof beams a forcefield against / monster in the house I think this is one of my favourites of my own illustrated haiku, as far as its existence as a drawing-poem combo goes . I am happy with all of them, but in this case I think the artwork augments the poem and vice versa in a way that i find harmonious.
I flee when I see / Metal Man has been reformed / as the desert priest