Haiku

Yellowjacket

Just a moment's sting.
Days of itching and swelling.
He paid with his life.
 
Breaded, grilled, or fried.
"Wiped clean by the wrath of cod."
Craving seafood, now.
 
deep in the ocean
where physical laws hold not
the meg hunts the dark
 
There's a type of foulness
that searches for purity
just to defile it.

Power and money,
though they may seem like the ends,
are just an excuse.
 
ahh, sweet innocence...
how I long to corrupt thee
with the bloody truth
 
Truth hurts, but cleanses.
Illusions get in the way.
Ignorance? Not bliss.
 
beneath the two suns
I gather thoughts like moisture
while dreaming of stars
 
Some Darkling beetles
Catch dew drops on their raised end
Arse-water drinkers

Am I lowering the tone?
 
caterpillar dreams
of swift blue-winged supermen
without underwear
 
Regal splendor flies.
Oblivious golden grace.
King? Queen? No. Monarch.
 
Majesty above,
While down on the grass, wings flat,
The meek moth watches.
 
A branch cracks loudly.
Rustlings all cease, clenched and tense.
Nocturnal backyard.
 
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