When I die, I will See a door, The hinges connected to… strange… The knob is a deep rustic brass and I grab, The ticks beneath the slow turn tell me that it's been some time since anyone has opened it; I don't fiddle, although time feels both to be speeding around and oozing slowly … Continue reading Thoughts on Death
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Haiku 92
Anger is a door I turned the copper handle I punched it's lights out
Haiku 63
The concept of death it looms like an empty door open to the void
Dead Writers
"What is your process?" "Are you sure you wanna know?" "Yeah, actually." "I sit down to write, And every time like clockwork, they come flooding in. Four old, dead writers Whispering, screaming, at me speaking their own thoughts; And I can't stop them They have their own agendas dissatisfied pricks, So instead, I breathe, Give … Continue reading Dead Writers
