feast that is poetry, feed me in mouthfuls of truth, bleed into my very self
this whirling feast sustains me like no other
feast that is poetry, feed me in mouthfuls of truth, bleed into my very self
this whirling feast sustains me like no other
the lion’s den beckons
i pull my hair in great fear
i will eat them all
faith in myself, my abilities and my past successes sustains me – i am #unstoppable
insufferable
you bog blast
me with yr
lies
i burn yr house
down
i despise liars and lazy people who do nothing but blame
1st against the wall
When the revolution comes
R Politicians
In the USA, we have Republicans and Democrats.
finger like
a gun
is the way
we say
HELLO
i got shot
sunday
incel attacks spa
minor facing murder rap
hate is a man child
the software won’t work
without a full restart now
prayers are analog
Modern haiku is based upon analog and digital concerns. Yesterday, I nearly lost a huge project. My prayers were heartfelt.
above
your worst fence
faces us
in judgement
looming over,
choking love
with hate
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
‘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.