Holden Solo

Holden Solo Poems

Gay is the new black.
and I can only picture
people
walking their dogs
...

Girl from Alaska
with a bullet in her leg

watching the lightning flash
...

Lying quietly
in the
tall cool grass
on the hill
...

It's three in the morning,

the coffee is cold,
the waffles are warm,
...

The bet -
drive from Denver
to San Francisco
in less than
...

Drowning people
sometimes
die
while fighting
...

Back and forth
the blades go
as they wipe away
the rain.
...

The coming
of the morning
etches
fiery harmonies
...

She's got a lifebelt
by her side;
she and Jesus know
where to hide;
...

There's gold
in the hills
of California.
...

We'll drive
up the winding,
two lane road
all its length;
...

Big black bird on the side of the road
as the clouds
and the traffic
zoom on past
...

Just west
of the Lake,
meanders
the burning river.
...

The weeping willows
gently fall across
the old causeway
...

Holden Solo Biography

Holden Solo learned how to write poems from an old blind man he met while incarcerated in a Madagascan prison for a crime he did not commit. After serving three years, Solo was paroled. He then traveled to a Shaolin monastery high in the mountains of Myanmar where he learned the mastery of 'Jiyuritsu Haiku' from Brother Lars, the Head Abbot there. Two years later, Brother Lars and most of the other monks were killed during an attack that was carried out under the cover of a horrendous snowstorm by ninja assassins of the Dark Hand Cult. Solo and a few others escaped, but the monastery was burnt to the ground. After slumming around Southeast Asia for five years, Solo migrated back to his home in the United States where he became a vigilante crime-fighter, fighting against the nefarious schemes of the Dark Hand Cult and its ninja assassins. On December 7th,2008 Holden Solo died while rescuing hostages from Somali pirates off the Horn of Africa.)

The Best Poem Of Holden Solo

Gay Is The New Black

Gay is the new black.
and I can only picture
people
walking their dogs
in a large urban park
somewhere

wearing gay
around their necks
to keep warm.

And I sit
and watch
as young women with

the latest gay bag
in their gay footwear
obliviously step

over the piles
of dull homeless
dressed all in straight.

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