Oh whatever

It's 'choose your stupid haircut' time. Really, it's as simple as that. And if you get it wrong the world dies. Well you asked for reality TV. Mwah! :0)

pop song

see in the dishonesty
we have become enemies
seeing each other
through the trees
each of us effectively
on our knees

thank god
for this
breeze

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haiku

in every second
the lost heart returns
its clamour

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parenthood

somehow levitating in that moment
into the treetops and the drips and leaves
showering all around with the earthy
wet feel and smell of one's children

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haiku

the doors are open
perhaps a dark fairy
might just walk in

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the owls yap again
now the rainstorm is over
all night so clear

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wildflowers

the wildflowers never happened as everything
was too ill, too disabled, too uncomfortable
as though a grey malaise of sky had been drawn in
bringing shouting and storms, and despite the best
intentions in the world the wildflowers just didn't
ever
happen
for how would they in such fog and tempest?

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some huge bright day

in a stolen open-top car
we drive towards a cliff edge
and I ask her
to marry me
for as long as it takes
for a blowjob maybe
or to change her name
change everything
and both of us sharing a bottle
of something

pass it back, I say
for we might never hit
maybe she says

when we hit the bottom
but not fucking before
I need to see commitment
and it's her turn with the bottle
as we go over, laughing
yes she says,
yes, to this
down through the low clouds

the trees, the whipping branches
that break the windscreen
that lacerate our wild, bloody faces

pass it back, I say. it's now or never

got to be joking, she says
crackling through the broken radio
that was your last shot ever
and I look
and seriously no one is there

last thing I hear
is nothing

laughing like the sky
far above

where birds now gather

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