Tag Archives: poems
Post-Couch Haiku Revelations.
Strangers wade through filth Garbage man was committed Everybody weeps
Caramel Haiku Catharsis.
Eat caramel barson suede couch while sufferingreality spaz
Early Morning Haiku Purging.
Write some words to purge The seismic fuckery of Tectonic gang bangs
Dirty Pockets and Haiku Hair Balls.
Regurgitation Shameless copycats will say you’re not up to scratch In limbo, mindless- Throw me a god damn bone, man. No peace in silence. Calculate the riskI was never good at math- Joke’s on me, I Gauss. Easier to die A thousand terrible deaths Than live one good life. Tumbleweed, brain-dead. Perhaps I’ll roll foreverItContinue reading “Dirty Pockets and Haiku Hair Balls.”
Visions Of Familiar Landscape.
A sea of writhing snakes Continue reading “Visions Of Familiar Landscape.”
Haiku Scorns The Passers-by.
You would be quite shockedIf you knew how many eyesScorn you through the day
Rick Henderson Tries Twitter.
I’m twenty-five years old. I have only recently experienced Twitter, and, it’s as diabolical as I imagined. I’ve never been adept at self promotion. I’ve never been fond of social media. I don’t think anything productive will come from my interaction with this evil, but I am curious. I hash-tagged something for the first time, a few daysContinue reading “Rick Henderson Tries Twitter.”
Callus handshakes – Gentle deals.
Walking extra miles saddened, detour for the sake. Loiter, burning thoughts pace – Delirium. Reaching skyline infinite. Sentinels illuminated godly, desire to approach in darkness. Stumbled near the voiceless chamber, slave to order – slave to peace Freedom pains, unwrapped bones, murdered in broad daylight. Guilt stains the jury bench, unanimously speak. Shaken. Demented. Vicious.Continue reading “Callus handshakes – Gentle deals.”
Haiku Aristocrat.
You can’t beat them, son Aristocratic hellscape Learn to shine their shoes.
