Love

Love is a small word
For something that is so vast
That in an instant
Can turn upon a word, a
Glance to loathing and despair

Haiku of Hope

Sun sets another
Day of dreams still unfulfilled
Hope springs tomorrow

Life

Ambition stripped
Bare, stretching towards a dream
Always out of reach

Marxist question

Do anarchists drink
Herbal tea because proper
Tea is theft?

The Smoking Room

Mutters in the corner,
Halfheard mumblings of conversations,
Uninteresting lives. Dull.
Smoke from tabs mixing with
Cold breath, dancing their escape.
Staring.
Dreaming.
Slate grey walls holding up a shanty roof.
Rain falls, pitter pat
Random thoughts.
Huddle together - apart.

In Suspicious Circumstances

They found him in the ice cream parlour
Covered in nuts and syrup
They say he topped himself.

Laval

Spring rain falls
Dampens clothes
Not spirits.