Haiku

Dear soul, i sense you
ventral, moss-soft, cradling
my epiphanies

Free-range, new-laid eggs

Poached on butter-whacked wholemeal

Freshly milled pepper

Power shower. Warm.

Crank it up! Hot needle-blast.

Shivering with heat.

Time did not begin,

Nor will it end. We live life

Sideways. Parallel. 

Outside the garage
Petrol puddles, brown water
Scumbled with rainbows