sour, scything script

Another collection of haiku twittering from @AlinaMeridon

First, it’s election night here in the U.K., and in honour of that:

You kip while we steal
Money, Power, Influence
Vote negatively!

The first of these completes the romantic-sexual circle illustrated in my last post:

bisexy aro
sleeps around because it’s fun
and why shouldn’t she?

Fear of autosexuals.
(Including oneself?)

Vile deceitful flesh!
Constrictive gendered prison!
Curséd binaries!

dying cell by cell
each day closer to the grave

the bed is alive
sheets coiling, writhing, binding
swallowing my screams

pen cursed with black ink
poisoning the poet’s page
sour, scything script

a murder of crows
filling the sky with false night
black-winged multitude

night falls; girls emerge
offering such ecstasies!
circling like vultures

we buried him deep
coffin full of gold and gems…
but where is his grave?

Delectable curves…
Face to launch a thousand ships!
– but what was her name?

e-mails all the time
like Chinese water torture
ping… ping… ping… ping… ping…

And, finally, something daft and diagonal:

Love fills life’s veins
My love is pure
Sweet, filtered love juice
Drink my heart’s love

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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