yes, believe
in love
even if
YOU
have none
of this
it will
come to
YOU
believe, believe, believe, believe, believe, believe, believe, believe, believe, believe
Category: Haiku
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‘headless body
found in topless
bar’ howled the
new york post
42nd st
yawned
the old nyc Grindhouse circuit was my all time favorite back in the day. Now it’s all gone. Corporate and commercial.
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my neighbor
has a
GUN
built a
8 ft high
fence
we like
her even
LESS
life in Gary, IN is always interesting
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lone shoe
in drive
way
screaming boy
dragged to
car should
i have
called
cops
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the city is smashed iron
knives cutting the sky wide
rust rains down on us
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at the local bar
mrs. rick james slides on by fast
her jheri curl wet
my town has so many types so many different styles and people still living in the past
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the spot behind his
ear rolls him on his back and
to his special joy
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Self care is noble
Look after yourself today
Serve others tomorrow
Exploring both Haiku and Tanka writing is a revelation. As dark and cruel as some of my poetry is, one should never mistake the heart of the artist with their work.
At one with Cosmos
We pulse with Universal
Love and Stardust Light
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gun brass
rains
on street
tinging
echoing
in a
blood
timpani
of violence
Working in the Haiku format is such a precise art. 17 syllables. No more. No less.
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Seen on road side sign
‘Abortion is Murder,’ here
I have killed then.
I live in Gary, IN – like Detroit, Michigan, it’s a depressed area with a clear color divide. Outside of Gary, white holy rollers preach the gospel and tell women what they can and can’t do with their bodies. It’s a fucking disgrace.
Outlaw Poetry 