speaking of haiku: 2009

beauty, glamour. they
are not the same. surface is
glamour. beauty, god.

do you know thyself?
who are you angry at now?
lead, it's what you do.

can you tell the truth?
manipulative. liar.
scarred at birth by loss.

i kill them today
the tulips plotting escape
from me, the gard'ner

balance lost have i
forward rush to habit old
this doing stop must

it's past ash wednesday.
comes the end of winter sleep.
february done.