my first original bottle of liquorettes: i originally wrote these haikus at the 'loo years ago...
but don't worry, i plan on restocking my supply. drink up.
closing eyes on pure
light brings daggers closely...
quickly as the night
quickness of one's past,
oblivion of one's day
lies in a mere shot
the everclearness
of life is to swallow the
clear and feel the burn.
slow rivers that
flow from inner lakes to the
delta of your eyes.
sober hearts and drunk
minds tend to make the walk-me-
down to mere failure.
insanity has
its sanity through
mere variety.
by what means is it
necessary to call war
against your own self?
the glory of a
victory lies in the
failure it grew from.
how many of us
would sell out america
for thirty pieces?
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