IX

I thought flowers closed // Late at night like liquor stores // Kristin knew better //

I

America's flag // Compare it to Mozambique's // It's pretty boring //

II

Capture and contain // Moment by moment of us // Your parameters //

III

Hi there how are you // We're doing just fine thank you // Need help? No? Okay //

IV

To contain within // Things to make you want to spend // All of your money //

V

Isn't she pretty // Isn't she so wonderful // Metal Creation. //

VI

Signifying him // As provider and ruler // For us to admire //

VII

We hold hands gently // And we dance in the nighttime // For everyone //

VIII

Flowers in the dark // Must be hungry; they can't do // Photosynthesis //

X

Mystery picture // An underlit enigma // Hint: it's a flower //

XI

The park benches wait // At night they seem lonely, so // We sat on one. Nice. //

XII

Oh light from above // Could you tell me which way's home? // I seem to be drunk. //

XIII

STOP. STOP. STOP. STOP. STOP. // STOP. STOP. STOP. STOP. STOP. STOP. STOP. // STOP. STOP. STOP. STOP. STOP. // Haiku by: Stop Sign.

XIV

A parking lot rests // Does it feel the burden of // The cars that park there? //

XV

A crack starts so small // But soon it spreads. And some day, // The parking lot crumbles. //

XVI

Seems a distant cliff, // Or the edge of a pit with // No bottom. Just pond. //

XVII

At night, things take shape // Looking different than day // Don't trip on a step //

XVIII

The window reflects // Distorts, things seem transparent // A mirror has truth //

XIX

This narrow alley // Oh so artfully captured // I'm very modest //

XX

Previously play // Ice cream and soda in day // And at nighttime, closed. //

XXI

A cold lake at night // Man made, artificial, fake // But still dangerous //

XXII

Here I am, meter. // I stand and stay day by day // Slim and faded red. //

XXIII

To reach another // Is within reach and out of // Between glass and hours. //

XXIV

The container of // Millions of lines of knowledge // Closed and brightly lit. //

XXV

To receive for you // Written words bound and copied // For all the masses //

XXVI

The library is full // Of books, magazines and movies // The internet too //

XXVII

So its bright inside // But closed for now til morning // Sit and wait til then. //

XXVIII

At night its empty // I could pretend that it's mine // But then morning comes //

XXIX

Dentistry is 3... // Been doing haikus too long // I see syllables //

XXX

Night is time for sleep? // Who's been spreading all these lies? // I want to go out. //

XXXI

All locked up? You sure? // Can't you just free one of them? // I've been good all day! //

XXXII

This morning this man // Made breakfast for me as I // Played video games. //

XXXIII

What a champion // Beware; I've seen it first hand // This lady does bite //

XXXIV

FIN. Thank you