Life's a haiku

Patience: The cure
for a long
parenthesis.

Words so few…
Yet, you can’t
force a haiku.

Haiku: Compact
literature
that flaunts
the most rules.

One more
letdown;
the end
of a tether.

Makeover: Barren bog
to mangrove
in bloom.

Possessed by
the minds eye,
everything is
sublime.

Epigone: A word,
writer’s love
to hate.

Graveyard shift

In the obscurity
of the night,
the muse plays
to the gallery.

“After hours”
is none
of your business.

She dons reality,
by day and
chimeras become her
at night.

Night brings
out the buzzing
Beelzebub in me.

Moonlighting
as a satellite,
I orbit this pun.