Poem, Haiku, Sonnet...the whole shebang...shebang!

I

There’s Just Room For One in This Bumper Car

Bleeding bandages speak of open wounds

How can you be the answer when I

Have no clue of what the question is?

I taste the victory of survival…

Which is bittersweet since I’m alone, but

There’s just room for one in this bumper car.

Too wildly dodging the rubber bumpers

To know why we work so hard at this life

Even when there’s no real reward for it.

II

Haiku After Debate between “Then” and “So” Resolved

I am sunshine
You are darkness
We touch and
So destroy each other

III

Sonnet VIII

I am found distant from humanity

Perhaps it is too late to find the clue.

Are artists meant to be in reality

Or do we prosper furthest from the zoo?

I don’t want pity, though I use a cane.

But I’d deal with Satan to have a break

From weakness that is making me insane.

And keeping me from being full awake.

I’m wise enough to know we have no choice,

And the alternative is black nothing.

And so, I try to find my rhyming voice.

My days of sexuality are done

My heart and mind still seem to be intact

I just won’t lay in bed to seek my fun.

It’s time to find the music my life lacked.

And even if I’m trapped inside this chair

I’ll use my words to draw you to my lair.