Wednesday, 26 September 2012

120th lonely stone

from morning
to early

                                              it's how it is

a fly kept me company

                                              the light eating giant

at 3 pm
it drowned itself
in my coffee

                                              grows bigger
                                              t'wards winter

1 comment:

  1. What can I say, Johannes?
    Deeply moving, black sense of humor, and a great poem! May I try something stupid?

    a drawned fly
    in Johannes's coffee -
    a suiside?

    the last one
    who saw the flight alive -

    and don't hate me now! your haiku is so strong!