8 Parts Haiku, 2 Parts Vodka
April 16, 2005
downtown all lit up
burning out on Sinese lights
feed your neon fix
bright sun in dark room
burn my eyes and kill my soul
take what you can, run
she stares in soft pain
wounded soul in weakened state
you see not through me
red scratches in ink
blood spilled to express the pain
I can feel no more
she pounces on keys
Norwegian forest kitten
typing masterpiece
measure out your life
death is in minute details
one inch at a time
civilization
epitome of greatness
when in Rome, burn it
People’s Republic
freedom is over-rated
enjoy your prison
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