Café conflict, Halloween Haikus

From Dracula’s steps

I am on the 4th bench on the right

I am talking to you, to the love

And to the new face

And to my own death

A bat out of hell flew over

The 100 steps.

A fairy tale, but fairy tales

Are grim

Coldness begins to bite by

Witches Delight

The moon is desserted

White horse gallops into infinit...

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Eat or heat my stiffening bones

Like demons in the night on paid vacation

Aesop dons his tanning lotion

Admires his Trumpian colour and prays

For constancy with his New Look.

Golden girls, clicking high heels, sweeping, swaying hair

An oasis of ambiguity in the desert, for the parched

And for us all.

Unsure how we feel in response to a death

And twelve lo...

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Time to slake our thirst for words

A cerebral circle of wordsmithery

Burying two dozen rats

In your neighbour’s garden

Under their prized rose patch

Whom you’d never liked one night

There’s a rat in the allotment –

What am I going to do?

Don’t worry – every little thing’s all right

So the broken beasts of shadows that speak

A bird, drawn in sand,...

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The gods of war take their last biscuit

In darkness, there was a sharp white light

The flush of life, now intense, remembered.

Forgotten rooms of MySpace

Ghosts of lost connections

Livecake holograms line the empty

Windowless green walls. A Tower

PC waited for something to press his

‘ON” button.

LONG LIVE ANGER UNLIMITED!

Summertime should never die

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Strange handshake, borrower

Plugs into deep sea darkness

John the Baptist turns

On the aluminium kitchen taps

The River Jordan has turned radioactive

Vultures in the gym flex and strain

Through cluttered concrete layers

Vultures pounding dents from floor removed

No electricity in the gym

Nigel talking about milkshakes

The monsters under the bed

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Wallowing in darkness like warthogs in a pool

Horrendous December in the Gym

Under my duvet a donut prods my lust.

Outside the ambulance carries the lost prophet Susan

Through the slashing rain.

Channelling memories that everybody liked

More than joy, joyriding with sweaty socks leaving

A pile of charcoaled grief.

Grim and grimmer walked away 

Without a gl...

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