not a haiku, # F:

Those who cleaved their like from ye and me,
who hocked their conscience for a buck
and of their brother couldn't give a fuck,
scheme tireless, ensuring ever things will be.

house

She suaved the stoop deliciously in accord with forms her particularness redressed; drawing off the soffited syllables, each pale recollection with detached languidity; desiring no longer desire but nothingness, muted then vanished.