haiku | For Poetic Justice

The Jagged Edge

The jagged edge you
Straddle along the boundary
Of right and wrong when
Your sweat runs smooth as silver
Never to reside on one

I saw you were dead
When you let the Static speak
Words you never knew

Colored wild flowers,

Laid to rest in wooden crates.

A single white rose,

Worshiped in a crystal vase.

Both are classier than rocks.

II.

Jasmine scented blooms,

Her fragrant skin lush with grace.

Friendly fervor wilts,

Frenzied ecstasy blossoms.

Chastity plucked ripe in vain.