Dog shits on grass
I don’t pick it up always
Children have to eat
Dog shits on grass
I don’t pick it up always
Children have to eat
Amazon truck
sits outside
Packages
Piled on
The porch
Blood seeps
Slowly out
Fighting with my wife
Sam’s Club seems so interested
Making fool of Self
While traditional Haiku’s should avoid references to Self and My, I choose to announce my idiocy.
John Jay fumbled for the gun
Blood wet on his hands
His heart hammers
BANG! BANG!
One way
Shopping
Aisles
Customers
Lost in
The stacks
We are all
Sheep
Here
Walmart is a pandemic pen
Shit-stained Yoga pants
Preppers without face masks
Walmart is Ground Zero
It’s a frightening petri-dish of folks when shopping. #fullbodycondom
Shit Stained liars speak
Offering words of wisdom
The polls are open
Specificity is the soul of narrative – John Hodgman
Billiard Ball wouldn’t dare talk
To the cops about ‘Beansie’ Rosenthal
Eventually offering him a chance to walk
If he threw Gyp the Blood and Vallon to the wall
They all worked for top cop Becker
Rat King of Graft in Manhattan
Known to make ‘problems’ disappear
In his control of the crime-ridden metropolitan
They shot ‘Beansie‘ twice in the head
“He’s a goddamn coward and talks too much”
Convicted Lt. Becker for being the lead
Of the late-night killers held in the clutch
By DA Whitman who prosecuted them all
Becker and company electrocuted in Sing Sing
For their murderous conspiracy did fall
As the Underworld of NYC rejoiced reveling
True crime poetry sample. Mining the criminal cases of yesteryear.
car wheels on gravel
trunk weighed down with heavy loads
the graves are waiting
dumping in IN is common with landfills filled with all kinds of trash
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