Ramble # 3: the haiku edition?

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one two three four five six set
haiku suck my ass

there once was a girl names charlie and she was a little bit more of a sally but she coped with that just fine she hated her name and her former mistakes and her mommy had just killed her daddy. imagine a random act of betrayal these are the things that consume my soul at this moment as this hour expires like my body's cells, i eat them breathe them back through my nose even as they leave my body,

i carry the burden of my serious jokes i can never understand them so complex but i digress so imagine this

imagine the burden of betrayal by friends and lovers and family in denial in prayer on prozac enlisted
my cause is just as weak as theirs i have nothing to hide i have no more secrets
my name is phil densmore and i hear the voices of my past present and future clustered in my ear drum they have perforated it
there is a haiku somewhere in here you just have to come and get it
girls hate bitches
fats hate food food hates me
i am fat and i never notice but i love my key lime pie
writing nonsense is easy when you have very little to do so try this on for size if you could

in the spriiiiing flowers bloooom like the golden gods of doooooom they proclaaaaaim my disdaiiiin and they break my mirrors tooooooooo

some day when im gone someone will be reading these and hit my grave and carve my name in trees and hide my name in grafitti or maybe write my name across the sky dot dot dot in donuts. doughnuts are silly and smelly and sometimes they rhyme with shelly that's what punks say when they're mad at poetry he never gets mad

cry me a river lay me down in a field of daffodils they interrupt me calls interrupt my flow my cycle borne of supremacy i should sit down and write everything i hate about me very very very much. when i die someone will find this and think it monumental. nothing i do is monumental except for my picket fenced denials. they deny me.