On Tragedy
…a haiku by poeticgrin, 8/18/04
Weed in a taco
Broken swings, asses, and dreams
Satan’s spawn inside
Rotting
…not sure if poeticgrin or I wrote this one. It sort of sounds like me, but it’s on Bryan’s b-day, 7/30/96
Sinking deeper and deeper
The sand fills my mouth
Choking my screams
But I am not shrieking, screaming for anyone (except you)
No one would bear the bluntness of my harmful blow
I’d knock you over (WOP!)
Lecture me of right and wrong
What does it matter in the armpits of my hell?
So I’m drowning in the dry earth that bore me
Seems appropriate, though I’m not sure I agree
There is no hope on which I could lay the truth
So I shall die and rot with it
Lil Bit of Moonshine
There is no halfway
You can’t cheat a dream
No way, no more, nothing you can say
Work is harder than it seems
Truth is a wonder
There’s all the rhyme and reason in the world
No lies, no time to slumber
*(Pearl from The Scarlet Letter)
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