Flash, nonsense, poetry

Haïkus of a failure

 

 

#3
oh in ten years time
you might very surely be
the love of my life

or the dream i never chased

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Flash, fragments

Seasons in the abyss

The headlines read : “world peace at stake again”.
We had no idea what it meant, except for the fact that we had to wear the uniform a little bit longer. Duty had been replaced by necessity, and war had become some sort of strange routine. I for one lost count of all the people that had fallen. There was blood on my hand, almost too much to contemplate. But they never said anything but congratulations, you did what was required, what we expected of you. You’re a good fellow, captain citizen, general respectful, mister everything’s-in-order. We all laughed about it for a long time, but deep down we knew we had been screwed. Life screws you once, and then they get to you. Endless screwing, nights spent screaming in pain and agony. Continue reading

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Flash, fragments, nonsense

Heart to heart

I didn’t see it coming. She was standing there, in front of me, green eyes huge smile and all, and it struck me hard on the head, as if some baseball player had just taken a swing on me. Luckily for me, baseball had nothing to do in the equation, but I did take a pretty good shot from the guy behind me. I fell down in what seemed to be a single movement. I felt my body shiver and tighten at the same time, my legs unable to move. Someone laughed over my head, a high pitched cacophony. Continue reading

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expletive, Flash, fragments

Conspicuous

“After all these years, you’d think I woulda learned something.”
“Who, me? No, never. You a moron.”
“Thank you. Always nice to kick a man down.”
He necked his drink, and John poured him another one.
“What is it this time heh? Is it politics? Favoritism? Society as a whole?” John asked.
“Fuck you.”
“You delicate flower you.”
He grinned heavily, enjoying the situation. Over the past twenty years, they’d come to develop this sort of push-your-buttons relationship. But they never allowed anybody else to do it. I knew I couldn’t, so I kept to myself and to my seat and watched the whole scene. John grabbed another bottle and put it on the bar. Walt didn’t move an inch. Continue reading

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Rusty

It had been a dead end.
I quickly came to realize there was nothing more I could do. I had to wait. Back in the day, you didn’t have any app to tell you where to go, where to find the next person. There was no swiping right or left movement, nothing of the sort. You had to wait. You had to wait for the green light, you had to wait for the rain to show up, you had to wait in line. Nowadays, people just don’t bother. You don’t see lines in the street anymore, you see riots, mishapen circles, geometrical atrocities, spatial representations of even more atrocious people really. Continue reading

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