THE LOST TAPES Vol.20: haiku edition

—a sneak peek of the next book. coming early Mars 

in all flowerbeds
gnawed leaves live as veterans
sordid invalids 

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snob pieces of shit
playing lunar songs, drinking
off-key piano 

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owls hiding in holes
no worm in sight all weekend
like real people

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smiling Diana
knowing death is approaching
like Luna that night 

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a stray coffee shop
in the middle of nowhere
extant vibration 

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cute doggo-doggies
covered in scabs, dirty dogs
unending delight 

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urban-life pyrates
cheerfully mocking others
along with the sea 

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trick or treat, lady?
oh, sweetie, here you have it
poor people candy 

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no showing your tits
to them punks with no future
understand? capeesh? 

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an eerie school day
quiet kid got arrested for
touching private parts 

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blablablabla—moon
blablablabla—werewolves
blablablabla—night 

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Miss Orndoff was cool
but hated the living shit
out of M. Warnock 

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fucking dick fell off
jesus man what's the holdup?
he just ran away 

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and when I came back
he was there, licking the mug
can't have shit 'round here 

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typewriter, old-man
wrists are still intact somehow
flaming carpal strength 

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tiny baby-flies
artificial white hot heat
to hell with you, lamp 

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silk skin, smooth sailing
an expensive new sofa
trivial splendor 

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how come the hero
with murderous tendencies
slay a thousand man? 

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I've been so morbid
this past few days, clear down bad
sad future in mist

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