
works
poem: sects and control
sects and control
but not once for myself
is there a hope for my skills?
don’t think I’ve ever once tried?
sitting and quiet alone on my hill
I won’t pay for those I won’t kill
sketch: suddenly, hope
poem: the hissing a fixture
the hissing a fixture
of my daily life
gave up a chance at a wife
livid and aloof I’m living
don’t ask for the truth
sketch: did a vehicle fly along
poem: English “haiku” style
English “haiku” style
well that’s what I will call it
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