The Mad Poet's Haiku
It is Fall, he thinks
of murdering the neighbor
for something to write.
* * *
It would take a very small Vampire...
to find out
if a hummingbird's
blood
is sweet.
* * *
Observations of an
Obsessive-Compulsive
The funeral went good,
but at the cemetery
it was maddening,
a jumble of headstones,
nothing
in alphabetical
order.
I suspect
I was the only one
to notice...
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