he tells me
                he's done
                more damage
                trying to come to
                a haiku
                way back when
                he took up
                half the world
                just coughing
                something rare

                you troweled over
                expectations
                convinced yourself
                the muffled sneeze
                that taste of paste
                could traverse
                the fjord at your core

                why when
                your lips
                seemed so
                certain
                as if
                when we
                kissed
                there was

                something slips
                inside the mind
                & you stumble
                once again
                over words
                that don't
                add up
                yep the world's
                been made