Haikus and Teenage Angst 

  
Yeah, I’m thirty-four. 

I write “high school” poetry. 

Youth is waisted. 

Cascades and Cures

 
When will this dam break,

And the past wash upon me?

This storm brings new life. 

Stellar Nursery 

 
Peer into our soul,

The universe reside there! 

We’re made of stardust. 

Turning, Turning…

  
It smells of the past.  

As we turn inward, recall,

The book is open. 

Haiku of Fear and Blood

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The things they teach you:
Don’t cross the low-water bridge.
Live the illusion.

                      ∞

  
Things to understand:

This moment is gone for good. 

We are infinite. 

Flowers for Johnny

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John “Fucking” Flowers!
Now, that’s what a man should be!!
Genius and jail bound.

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