SHORT HAIKU FOR CHARLES MANSON
Burn Mother
Fucker
Burn.
Poet Writer Albany NY
SHORT HAIKU FOR CHARLES MANSON
Burn Mother
Fucker
Burn.
The grim reaper must be lonely
Or perhaps God is, sending him
Fishing for musicians, poets & actors, jesters and the like.
Or maybe the reaper was just bored in a place where it’s always
Dark and never light.
So he decided to play a joke on us
And made our new leader the joke
Itself.
Yes, this year the reaper has been quite busy lining up all his stops
Playing with the chessboard in the
Basement and taking the muse’s pawns
And has left us all to sink or swim
And find new ones to inspire
Generations to fight the dark as well
Or maybe just so he
Can play the game
Again
~ R.M.
Once
Long ago
She would bring me her
Gifts
Decadence
Fine wine
Fame
And Friends.
Never ending parties
And beautiful words
Magnificent and dressed in
Black, poetry written and
Cloaked in mystery and
In the eternal darkness
Of the night.
And now?
These days
She just brings me
A six pack of beer
On weekends
Sits with me
By my side waiting
Screams at me, nags at me
And tells me to
“Write!”
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R.M. ENGELHARDT 2014