Haiku #55
aderkatch | August 31, 2009
Riots in the streets.
Screaming and jumping around.
No one calls the cops.
aderkatch | August 31, 2009
Riots in the streets.
Screaming and jumping around.
No one calls the cops.
yumado | August 30, 2009
I walked into a diner, it hurt.
Stepped inside and grabbed a seat.
She gave me a menu.
I looked it over.
She asked what it was I wanted.
“Chicken fingers, please,” I replied.
“Chicken fingers, you shall have,” she said.
aderkatch | August 29, 2009
February 3rd, 2009.
This morning I woke up and there was a demon sitting on the dresser in my bedroom. He was looking at himself in the mirror, and didn’t know that I had woken up already. He was small, stout, and gargoyle-like. Hideous little thing. A cherub from hell – if you will – [...]
yumado | August 28, 2009
I’ve been captured.
My hands, tied behind my back.
I cannot see.
Bird’s chirp.
Sweat drips down all over.
The sun’s up.
As is my time.
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