Reality makes
me sick. Going through laugh track
cop show withdrawal.
Writer’s strike
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Reality makes
me sick. Going through laugh track
cop show withdrawal.
Category Archives: death
Martin Luther King, Jr.
He had a dream but
his murder was our nightmare.
It’s time to wake up.
Lieutenant of Inishmore
Bloody mess of a
play that has you laughing at
clots of gore and death.
Tree falls in the forest analogy
I stop posting in
the blogosphere. No one reads
me. Do I exist?
Dichotomy
She PhotoShops her
self covered with blood spatters
loves puppies, is sweet.
Big death, little death
Sleep gently takes you,
like the lethal injection
you cannot resist.
See hear taste smell touch
If you had to pick,
what sense would you sacrifice?
Impossible choice.
Christmas tree lot
Sad orphans ripped from
the forest stretch out their limbs
pleading, ‘Take *me* home.”
Thrill of the kill
Urban mall jungle.
Shoppers prowl for deals, fangs bared,
credit cards dripping.
Lori Drew rationalizes
“She hurt my daughter,
so I wanted to hurt her.
Can’t you understand?“
a haiku a day 