Haikus

Billiards and balls

Knuckles white on wooden stick

Mother’s money missed

Silver lamp at night

Echoing its ancient glow

Glimmered in the earth

How can we forget

All the lonely things men do

When they’re not alone

Friendly mote of dust

Trickling through the alleyways

Take me where you land

How much longer till

All the flesh shorn off our bones

Leaves us rib to rib