Haiku #380

Gaze down at glazed eyes,

Scents like ketone wafting by

Rest, for next we'll fly!

Haiku #379

Did you never think 

That November we'd clasp fast, 

A trap for our times…?

Haiku #378

In past downy youth

Certainty was ours to grasp 

Conquest lit the path

Haiku #377

Corn hung to adorn

Let the season's fey appear 

Flayed displays of pain 

Haiku #376

Knives don't glint at night 

Trading slashes and gashes

Blind man's advantage 

American Oligarchy

The now clichéd "of the people, by the people, for the people" mantra has been reduced to shitting ON the people. How? Just by the fact that, today, more people's lives are ultimately in the grip of some private company, not the government (tho reps can squeal, they can't act).

Haiku #375

Observe that small mouse 

It can't produce all it needs 

Much to its chagrin