answers that please are
easy, but sometimes it’s best
to take the hard way.

with some things it seems
the closer you get, the more
they push you away.

she had a soul and
we ate it up; thrown away
like a paper cup …

gray day rain falling
with such a cadence, like a
thousand liquid troops.

grasping at straws is
what I feel like when trying
to find the right words.

the princess smiles,
she flashes hypnotic eyes-
-useless to deny.

may I just suggest
a site worth a glimpse or two:
Working Class Haiku.