h a i k u

Beaten Battered Worn

Scorned for all the wrong reasons

Now she fears all men

Reflecting,

on how past years

laid me on my ass,

moving too fast,

the wind couldn’t surpass

the ever last

of bad luck.

Ran a muck for a while,

buck child running wild,

as translucent obstacles

made obscene gestures

at my pseudo automatic lifestyle,

thinking I was on cruise control.

Couldn’t hold,

or get a grasp.

Head catching up with ass.

Snaked in the grass,

by a bunch of

high rolling hoochie dreams.

Now hoochies dream

to be like me.

Seems tables have turned.

Learned a lot during the quest of ’95.

Survived the bureaucracy

of short sighted ego maniacs

on foot patrol.

No control

now their ho

is on Jenny Jones,

with a rose

from bachelor #1,

While I'm still reflecting.

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