Joy
Three songs:
Lady Vampire
The Three Minute Ballad in Gliph
Your Cousin Lewis Isn’t There
These were three “ironic” anti-romance haikus written for a contest which wanted a tenth of the prize money to enter and nah, no way. They can pay me. Now they’re three stanzas of a better poem.
Jeux des atout cruelles
term: underage women
what a horrible phrasing
men find comfort in
right wing shoot local
with deer whistles and duck blinds
they’re not fully fake
“for valentines give saint
valentinus in the third
oven baked dog treats”
right wing kill local
with ice sweeps; aggressive posts
not always a.i.
“work in a garden
if you want butterflies, work
in the trash can if”
term: underage women
what a horrible phrasing
men find comfort in