Haiku: An Ode to the Listless (in six fragments)

blinking jabs of glass
like icy tendrils sucking
out to nowhere again

  • to disintegrate

in the flood of updated
trash is where this is

  • wire encircled trees

dance miracles around my
other soothing bird voice

  • sing to me over

a tangled mangle with no

  • none so powerful

arms mechanical clench-dirt
malfunction, my mouth

  • sitting in this chair

and still no closer to my
remembered hopefuls