pour one more

Pour the salt on
I said yeah, pour the salt on.
My broken heart still bleeds
dying from what it needs.
I said pour the salt on
I'm done.

Pour me a large one
I said yeah, pour me a large one.
Bye bitter tasting mouth
slipping further south.
Pour me a large one
I'm moving on.

Load my gun slowly
I said load me up slowly.
no chamber spared empty
no coward you'll see.
Load my gun slowly
this misery.

some haikus

GatheredMemories.

Photos tell stories

all I have are healing scars.

Long unhappy life.

.KnuckleDragging.
Spoiling squawk, loud

shirtless alpha males compete.

Raging in suns heat.

a haiku about a mayfly

.LifeOverInOneDay.
Mayfly uppercut flight
resting now on summers breeze.
Prolong this short life.

haiku

.WhyNotTheDeathPenalty.
A fresh new morning,
one more completed in life.
My prison sentence.

my morning routine

I sit down to my shreaded wheat
drenched in skimmed milk, ice cold.
Morning routine never misses a beat
newspaper turned neatly with a fold,
Smoothing down my 'crazy' work tie
to avoid falling lumps of cereal flakes.
I let out a long, 'so, this is my life' sigh,
on the radiator todays y-fronts bakes.
Hot tea, sloshed down by huge gulps,
mouthfuls of toast, drowning in butter.
Interupted by loud heartburn burps,
opening delivered bills with a mutter.