Author: Ben van Loon

#haiku red velvet curtains and a gold-trimmed chair, hidden in a dark corner

#haiku his cold, rotting heart, colored like january rain in chicago

#haiku jury tampering from a padded soundproof cell in the afterlife

#haiku standing by herself in a one-room apartment, playing violin

#haiku don’t let your dog shit on my lawn, or i will shit on your goddamned dog

#haiku hands wrung like dish rags heads hung like bronze renaissance angels, flightless wings

#haiku nobody expects the spanglish inquisition, the bad hombre said

#haiku kissing the sunrise, kings and queens and cloud giants, the airborne kingdom

#haiku new year’s fog, gray, raining all day, silent wind