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Friday, September 12, 2014

Haiku on Control/ Problem/ Lock


Just for that moment
At the end of lovemaking
I lose all control

You cannot control
Whom you love, hate or despise
These are visceral

At central control
There is a wheel of fortune
Spun on special days


Serious problem
Is really a solution
Waiting to happen

For every problem
There's a simple solution
More than often wrong

World's greatest problem?
It's us guys, that's you and me
The great polluters


Lock of fine brown hair
Hidden in antique locket
Uncombed memories

Close the bedroom door
Folding you into my arms
Lock you in my heart

Keys on my key ring
Each must fit a lock somewhere
Wonder what they are

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