Six Very Short Poems - Poem by Anthony Weir
Man in a shower.
His only reality
the removal of reality.
Polluted stream: the liberation
of having nothing to hope for.
Relentless blue skies;
the smug sameness of hundreds of haiku.
Sex-change operation -
but no surgery to alter my species.
Floods in October.
I don't ever want to read
Fantastic Offer -
(integrity not included) .
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Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You