- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Fight Club Haikus
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All-in-one cleanser,
pink, fat suds of anarchy
There's more to this soap.
Entree and a roll,
hospital stench at Luby's
Death's Lu Ann platter.
Cigarette glowing,
hot ash flakes from fingertips,
I am breathing smoke.
Big roach on the floor.
You, an ugly reminder
of what's underneath.
Bullshit is high
They can't stop piling it on
I need my waders.
I hear what they say
"The nice ones always snap first."
I'm tired of nice.
The flourescent lights
are not the sun, nor the moon,
but a prison death.
