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not longing haiku 9-16

practiced at the art
of exclusion of those who
make everything wrong

they all have a ding
they’re all banged up in some way
and then there are those

i try to inspire
candle’s wick electric wire
don’t touch leaping fire

i’ll give it for free
and take it for free, when the
strings attach, i’m gone

fear of the unknown
possibility of pain
destruction failure

selfish demon lurks
i’m not who i think i am
we’ll all be surprised

every second counts

i’m so impatient that i
eat green bananas

young sad high late night
you forget sleep is not death
there’s another chance