verse / 20231118
the last slice of bread / alone in the flaccid bag / unfit for the host #川柳
writing is sorrow ~ having had written is sublime
the last slice of bread / alone in the flaccid bag / unfit for the host #川柳
nothing I can do / could ever matter as much / as a stream’s passing #川柳
the morphine drips drops / drips drops so buena buena / so fucking buena
eyes down, collar up / shearing headwinds cut the pace / woe, I can’t turn back #川柳
the journey is long / peril awaits every turn / alas, ‘tis the end #川柳
dawn succeeds the night / and birds sing for its glory / but for falling bombs #川柳
we can soar the heights / we can reach beyond the reach / still, we have to breathe #川柳
away with the wind / like leaves dead, like ashes, dust / let mine self scatter
like the universe / expanding until the end / my mind never stops #川柳
death denial death… / round after round after round… / reload and repeat… / #ar15#automatichell#566/2023