10 Haiku

In the House of Sin

Just off of Ohio Street

We were all quite safe

Not origami

The product of my hard work

Just crumpled paper

I want to go home

But I want to stay away

Take it day by day

The images swim

I close my eyes, white and black

ghosts of dreams unborn

I grew up I guess

She begged me to let her down

I did, but not hard

Between the Tree Rows

You can see the Horizon

Whether dark or day

How long will it last

Till April, May, June, or August

Today if lucky

I had just arrived

A world that just did not care

I was not surprised

Went through completely

Like a bullet, not a ghost

The hole she left hurt

You know what he is

Who?  You know who, Amsada

The Man in the Suit