Sonny Rainshine Poems

Blink! like a flash bulb—
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If my dog were an existentialist,
he might lay awake all night,
disturbed about the implications
of dog spelled backwards
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War, prejudice, hate:
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Irresistible
in a red Freudian slip,
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Bittersweet thoughts of
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Haikus are oh so
hard to write, so hard to write.
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Whose ghost are you?
-Yours.
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Chilly in the night,
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the sound of a distant thunder
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What day were you born?
I was not born.
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