Haiku

Date: Fall 2001
Sick bastard tells lies.
They listen to his dead words.
After death, he'll see.

Date: Spring 2000
When you're dying there,
I'll be waiting here for you.
Will you come for me?

Date: January 2002
How many must suffer?
My hands are covered with blood.
Why do I do this?

Date: Spring 2002
Imortality,
there is no death for my pain.
I am cursed to live.

Date: Fall 2001
Death to all of them.
Their stupidity angers
and brings dissonance.

Date: Summer 2001
Blue flame rising from
a skater's scars and white Vans.
A sleepy smile.