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My banality,
hundred and forty letters;
boredom, on display.

Untitled (Hell Haiku Collection, Parts V. through VII.)

V.

shattered, his heart wept,

twisted, crying for a sword,

he sought Achilles

VI.

whispering in calm

shadows, "go not to Lethe,"

stillness swept the air

VII.

with Dante, his guide,

rage, his descent into Hell,

to find or forget...

slicing tomatoes

The thin crack of skin
A dull knife will only bruise
The soft pulp within

Motherhood

The soft shell of egg
An eyelash falls to the floor—
Cells and memories

IV.

circling his tail twice,

Minos, with such levity,

recoils to seven

III.

some semblance of her,

mired in Charon's cool embrace...

tears, crossing the Styx

fire

golden ashes fall
brewing autumn's arrival
spiced with crackling leaves

II.

beneath the ash tree,

in tranquil Elysian Fields,

waiting to no end

I.

.45 caliber,

cardamom, still white lilacs,

whispering Lethe.

Purple and Gold

True Angelenos
Bleed. Sweat. Cry. Purple and Gold
From July to June.