4 haikus of varying quality

by Robbie Michie

 

Family

A vast empty field.

Unique generations of

exactly the same.

 

Paramore

Music to my ears,

notes to sum up a lifetime.

My only soundtrack.

 

Part III

Oh glory, find me.

I’m lost until you find me.

Let the flames begin.

 

Dying

I’m so hungover;

Hive was a bad idea.

I’m full of regrets.

 

 

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