Nov 26
Haikus and Tankas
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That Groaning Sound You Make When You Wake Up In The Morning
nightmare woke me up
can’t remember it at all
it’s unimportant
Books
“I love Stephan king”
No you don’t, he doesn’t write
Cocaine writes his books
Terror
The click and clatter
My bones rattle with terror
I wish I was safe
His breath is like a windstorm
He whispers his name, “Ted Cruz”.
Recluse
Wish I was alone
People do not excite me
I am surrounded by them
I can’t relate to humans
One ticket to joker please