Hate mail came today.
I ponder who’d wish me ill
via envelope.
Unsolved
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Category Archives: loss
Immobile
I’m sleeping on the
couch again. I write ’til late,
then collapse in place.
Fred Thompson.
No Ronald Reagan.
Stay on TV. Too bad your
friend’s a drug dealer.
Change of seasons
I forgot to bring
the jade plant inside. One
by one its fat leaves fall.
Enola Gay pilot dies 4 – sayonara
Sadako folded
a thousand paper cranes and
hoped for miracles.
Enola Gay pilot dies 3 – not his fault
My daughter asks why
I hate Paul Tibbets. He was
just doing his job.
Enola Gay pilot dies 2 – no regrets
He had no regrets
about dropping the A-bomb.
Did he have a soul?
Enola Gay pilot dies 5 – flyboy
Open the doors and
Eighty thousand lives are lost.
Helluva workday.
Enola Gay pilot dies
Paul Tibbets just went
to hell, where a black mushroom
cloud is his tombstone.
Bus stop – daylight savings time
7am could
be midnight. Kids stand on street
corners like hookers.
a haiku a day 