Slam

Haiku-playing god

For this I shall go
To hell's pit for playing God

Judging as I please.

By Ros Shrapnel





Dead Head
by Marie Josephine Smith


Spare me your sympathy.
You grate on my nerves.
Your insidious creeping does,
naught to disturb my life.
I am without emotion.
My conscience does not trouble me.
Bereft of beliefs.
Time is a thief.
Perpertrates, tranquility.
I don't want your pity.
For I am a rock.
I am a mountain.
A fountain of sorrow.
Has blighted my life.
Strife torn.
I have turned cold.
Yet still old enough to know better.