12 #NapoWriMo “haibun”

A paper man crumples
Cold eyes skirt & seek the sky.
Deaf to his hunger thinking only that it’s Thursday,
or maybe Friday, must have a barbecue.
The weekend & he’ll only spend it drinking.

Beyond the sixth sense
The power of unknowing
Ignorance is bliss

(knowing little about the forms of poetry -I have never written one of these before. Apologies to the educated if I got it wrong)