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
Tag: Writing
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Fingers slip on ceramic keys
Typing yr confession note
So the Press can easily quote
In dedicated ghoulish ease
‘I have stolen a pistol to kill my beloved
And then turn it upon myself’
You may place me on the shelf
Of known killers, cursed & kindred
Whispering that you loved her
Shooting first the love and then yrself
Murderous, hateful longspur
Blinding last yrself
You will spend a wasted life in stir
Monster, madman, damn thyself
a little archaic and old-fashioned but a new way into writing a true- crime sonnet. ABBA X 2, CD X 3.
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1st against the wall
When the revolution comes
R Politicians
In the USA, we have Republicans and Democrats.
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finger like
a gun
is the way
we say
HELLO
i got shot
sunday
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meat socks are dying
waving their freedom flag high
no fucking wind left
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incel attacks spa
minor facing murder rap
hate is a man child
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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.
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above
your worst fence
faces us
in judgement
looming over,
choking love
with hate
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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
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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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