February 2014 – Iron Haiku

Crimson clouds hang low.
The day’s embers glow softly,
Burning down to dusk.

I wake before three
I go to freeze on dark tides
For another’s riches

“Step to the board and
don’t forget to show your work.”
He hands me the chalk.

It’s dark on the bridge.
Biting winds tear at my coat.
She should be here soon.

Head out the window,
Ears pinned back, jowls flapping.
That’s one happy dog.

Warm, vaporous plumes
Her breath, turning to crystals
That cling to my face.

How black is my soul?
The immense weight of your love
Makes no impression.

My question is this:
Am I who I want to be?
“Ask again later”

My sight is never
as clear and sharp as it is
when my eyes are closed.

Sitting here distraught
Trying to think of why you’re
On the other couch.