The shooting gallery
A Haika
By AJ O’Brien.
I need to spike up
but my veins have all collapsed.
How did that happen?
The shooting gallery
A Haika
By AJ O’Brien.
I need to spike up
but my veins have all collapsed.
How did that happen?
Ghosts
A Haiku
By AJ O’Brien.
Haunted house, quiet.
Ghosts have gone on holiday.
Benidorm. I think.
Fame
Three Haikus
By AJ O’Brien.
She found Hollywood
Hollywood never found her.
Still waiting tables.
And came her big break.
Goodbye to her loyal friends
she’s a superstar.
Money beyond dreams.
Drugs. She worships opium.
Overdosed. Farewell.
United
A Haiku
By AJ O’Brien.
Within the darkness
I came upon a lost soul.
We found our way home.
Unjust
Three Haikus
By AJ O’Brien.
Gallows sightless, black
fear has arrived, hope has fled.
Thirteen steps to climb.
Blind. A hood of silk,
slip knot caressing her neck.
Preparing to bite.
She is innocent,
a matter of self defence.
And the trapdoor fell.
Farewell.
Tanka. Haiku.
By AJ O’Brien.
Soft raindrops gather
creating sad reflections
upon her small face.
Lost, empty eyes reaching out
needing someone to embrace.
They held hands and wept,
while upon a distant hill
played the lone piper.