Something I wrote half a century ago, best I can recall it.
Flat, Dry, and Empty
Wonder if I’m going to make it to Albuquerque.
Feral hamsters in the crawlspace
Wonder if I’m going to make it to Albuquerque.
I asked Claude 3 Sonnet, an AI assistant from Anthropic, to collaborate with me on some Haiku. M. E.
I left the Family for the first time in a year, after the Ascension of Samuel. God sent a virus, said Samuel, to punish the Wicked. But the Wicked turned the virus against the Good.
I don’t recall if I slept in the upper bunk
Jarrett Ares sat in his Friday night Alcoholics Anonymous meeting planning his next drunk.
A writer should write every day.
Awaken his Night Terrors,
regrets,
daydreams,
pride.
Haunting half-memories,
fading.
I have none.
I do,
but I fear them.
I thought the Beat Generation invented the monostich as some sort of gimmick. They did not.
But a ghost now stands behind me.
Time,
Will teach me all she knows.
Don’t recall when I wrote this. Must have been going through something.