Six unsociable haiku writen too early or too late.

1

Insomnia finds

the night indigestible.

It eats me instead.

2

In a milk-white mist

skimmed from the river, cows graze,

turning grass to cream.

 

3

Married women don't

write much poetry after

midnight or in bed.

4

In an amnesia

of mist, lines of poplar

trees float rootless.

 

5

When the cook has gone,

then the most dangerous place

will be the kitchen.

6

Put your hand on my

thigh where its soft curve leads down

to the door to death.