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
justification

*

none so powerful
arms mechanical clench-dirt
malfunction, my mouth

*

sitting in this chair
and still no closer to my
remembered hopefuls

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