Sonnet 1

O, my sterile unceasing love I go,
Although many will say the same of you.
Through you I go, through and through to and fro,
I hear your groaning cease and then you flew.
You take me so, to where I wish to be
But you traffik yourself to the masses.
It hurts no more, from your tunnels to flee,
You taste so bitter, dark like molasses.
Yet you are but the underground Metro,
What can I expect of you otherwise?
Screams and moans denote that you're far from slow
This was just to show what you can disguise.
So often it is the reverse for these,
Sex hidden by mundanity to please.

I Cannot See Through The Glass

My room has no walls,
Only those that confine me.
My room has no windows,
Not even ones that let me see.

This room is an empty shell.
Never a house but not a home.
Flat; pulse, home or both?
Tranquil hell. So much space.

Haiku 1

As winter passes,
Nature's fellow offspring flows.
Split, so it can grow.

At War

Half mast.
Swords sheathed and
Shields at the ready.
Soldiers must perform and
Those who shan't shall
Be left wanting.
Propping up the wounded and
Battling on throughout.
Your legs left quaking,
Shell shock.