Inspired by Jack Kerouac's American Haikus, I'm not strict about the 5-7-5 syllable count, which is meant for the unique rhythm and cadence of the Japanese language. Poetry Sucks!
Women in cars are
Preening their hair at intersections
Drinking from water bottles.
Strong enough to carry
the weight of this tragic world
and come out from behind the dark side
Phenomenology of being
Light impacts tree leaf producing chemical reactions
Colors only exist in your mind
Crows on fence-posts
Pecking at specks on the pavement
They are dark little dinosaurs
I can absorb
more pain than you can dish out
Mr Terrible Man
Love is everywhere
If you can allow it to
Transform you
Stormy in my mind
We became disentangled, clumsily, Slipped off
to our compartments of the night
Glam rock weaves
Narratives of apocalyptic aliens
omnierotic androgenes
A life spend waiting?
Striving and wanting, wondering when.
Brief moments of total satisfaction
The upper middle ruling class
Expect the rest of us to kiss their ass
From in a cathedral made of brittle glass
People are confused
They say things with their bodies
That their mouths would never admit
Pretends not to notice
There's so much to captivate her attention
She's above all that
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