Haikus by T. S. Ming ( issue# 5)

Addict
Feed me light and dreams;
teach me how to relax as
you extract my life.

Faith
To stand on the verge
Of one’s abyss then take a
hopeless blindfold leap

The Fool
I got a postcard;
An inert swollen blue corpse;
“Happy birthday, Doc.”

The heart
A bloody wired piece
It tastes exquisite when broiled;
If it is not ours.