Tanka Poetry

1
Dim lights,
in an old bar.
Days last light-
fading as the
flies congregate.

2
To the woman,
her arms and ample chest covered
in indigo tattoos-
My friend is in love,
with your art.

3
In the chilled night,
a hint of spring blows-
through the dying city.
The absence of people
tells all.

4
Driving with the windows down:
The air rushing in
Complements the radio.
Erasing all fears of dulled senses-
Passing by a cop: all breath ceases.

5
A piss before bed,
Long lasting relief
in the steady golden stream:
the spoils of battles won
and foes of the evening passed.