Kerouac Inspired Collection of The American Haiku
The Father of
the American Haiku
Is Jack Kerouac
Break the tradition
long lasting and accepted
Time to change
The Dead Child
prances
when on cilocybin
Three lines cannot describe
exactly how much
i hate people in general
My sanity is something
abstract that was lost
long before i was informed
Standing in Tiennamen Square
i hold my head high
and feel the bullet entering my skull
My leg has fallen asleep
with thirty minutes to go
I will give it the rest it needs
I wasn't alive
when he was shot
but i IMAGINE what the world felt
Eric will travel
to Europe and beyond
without getting up from his chair
It doesn't take much
to write this
Dance Puppet Dance
Lock all the doors
Board the Windows
nobody gets out alive
Tangled words escape
up into the smog
in blue black skies of death
There is no god
from what i've known
to be true in the past
the American Haiku
Is Jack Kerouac
Break the tradition
long lasting and accepted
Time to change
The Dead Child
prances
when on cilocybin
Three lines cannot describe
exactly how much
i hate people in general
My sanity is something
abstract that was lost
long before i was informed
Standing in Tiennamen Square
i hold my head high
and feel the bullet entering my skull
My leg has fallen asleep
with thirty minutes to go
I will give it the rest it needs
I wasn't alive
when he was shot
but i IMAGINE what the world felt
Eric will travel
to Europe and beyond
without getting up from his chair
It doesn't take much
to write this
Dance Puppet Dance
Lock all the doors
Board the Windows
nobody gets out alive
Tangled words escape
up into the smog
in blue black skies of death
There is no god
from what i've known
to be true in the past




4 Comments:
The shades of brilliance in this piece are both...brilliant...and...um...another word similar to brilliant that isn't actually brilliant but is kind of the same. You know like...uh...pre...sor...hil...tak...lim...bob
So, I guess what I'm trying to say is this is a very presorhiltaklimbob piece of work.
Europe smells like my crotch.
hahaha red wine and cheese.
The world may have festered, but we always had him. Afterwards we were quiet and anxious.
Great piece.
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