From some I wrote years ago on the back of a Haiku book.

I fall
Into the receptiveness
Of your left eye


Nature all
law
cold murderess


ting ting ting
metal rope
On bare mast


twirling splinters
of
deaths wind


nothing
is something
compared to this.

Pat my fury head
feed me and clean up my shit
you slave.


Two queens on the turn
a knave and a king
on the river