HAIKU: KILLING CITIZENS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Again, With A Gun!

HAIKU: A SPECIAL PLACE IN HELL

By Charles Robert Lindholm

There’s a special place

The Serial Killer

I still remember my very first victim

He lent me a hammer and died when I hit him.

 

The specialist diagnosed me a ‘psychopath’

Sadly she was later found drowned in the bath.

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Murderous Rampage

 

 

I just have to wonder in horror

The Big House

If I were San Quentin,
I would hold the key
to everything evil.
My heart would beat
with the tattooed fists
of men sentenced
into my keep, boys gone
crazy as their crimes.

save your scissors

Some die like the trees,
with splintered bones
and too many wool hats
to keep their dreams safe,

beneath a swollen sky
of broken glass stars
jingling like keys
in lint-lined pockets

Ashen Heart

From wetlands deep he slunk, emerged

with all the marshlands in his grasp.

Marching west, his army surged

to cast out the people. So came the asp,

contempt in his hollow, ashen heart,

blind beasts in tow. They screech and bellow

his taken name, the seductive Carrow,

Bringer of Glory and breaker of hearts.

choose

you chose death
delivered suffering
to innocents

whose crime –
to let you live
amongst them

A Stalker

stalker

I walk the earth, I care for none. I travel by stealth mostly at night, I avoid the sun. Alone I am, alone I stand, no care for any of you, no helping hand.

Animals avoid my path they are wiser than you , they want no trouble they avoid the inevitable aftermath. I wander through your world at will, your hospitals,your morgues I am pleased to fill.

ANGEL CHILD

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Golden light fractals, through the leaves. Dark brown of strong Oak. In and out the trees breathe.

Motes of  dust dancing in and out, squirrels collecting nuts in a hurry here  about!