haiku

...these dry winds come

their orgiastic mouths

smiling saharan tortures.

sonku

the stalks of

gray dispersed in the

field of my/ head...a ripening

harvest of wisdom.

sanctify this sanctum in sangfroid walls and sandal-like laughter. #monoku

tanka

revive our' spirits

frm this sanctimonious

lukewarm seeping in-

to us. scrape the leaprosy

frm our migrated souls quick!

pentastich (2)

psychedelic ingestions,

my opiate to/ stave off

the rhetoric of a

bleak reality.

economic squalor...utters loudly;

a dismal penchant for

thrusting its pelvic arch

in ways that

bring men to penury.

i walk jauntily along elongated memories #sixwordstories

i am dead poet, dead to sycophantic worship; dead to monotony. #am17

I write for the audience He's assigned me to reach. #am17

 adapt to this facist, facsimile reality. #6wordstories

twittering this endless array/of synaptic impulses. #distich #couplet

sunlight and these disheiki-colors producing 1970's feelings each moment. #monoku

a tome filled with words framing new realities. #monoku

the elixr of life, is to drink my words. #ninewordstories

Foolish pride assassinates! #threewords

i carefully shine/ my vanitiies to appear/ as though im someone. #haiku #confessionsofpeople

speaking from your lower nature in hollow voices pregnant with moans. #am17

you speak hedonistic decadence with the elan of hell's finest demon prince. #VR

these words i spin from the loom of my pen; restructure realities...build pragmatic mentalities. #vr #verbalriffs

i am dead poet, dead to sycophantic worship; dead to monotony. #am17

arabic afternoons give way to nighttime deserts. #monostich

sanctify this sanctum in sangfroid walls and sandal-like laughter. #monoku

tetrastich

hasty dressing

quick! before he returns

fully clothed and ready

to cut grass.



tasted your words thoughts stalked you, burned incense monk-like room chant you as prayer. #monoku

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