DEAD TENANTS

Within this room
Dwell many ghosts
Haunting each other

An obscure musician
Whose soulful ballads
Made the walls weep

A self-taught artist
That left his shadow
On the stained carpet

An aspiring writer
With a half-priced pen
That ran out of ink

And sometimes within
The thin space between
Wakening and sleep

I can feel their touch
As if they can never
Truly say farewell

richard@richardschnap.com

Science Fiction Haiku


frozen thousand years
you are filled with shear horror
when you see ex-wife

craft lands on planet
minutes after an earthquake
methane tsunami

sitting in the dark
big storm the power went off
the sun is missing

invisible man
breaks into my house last night
give clear description

universe expands
faster with dark gravity
broken rubber band


now intelligence’s
may contain artificial
ingredients

Denny E. Marshall