Curtain Call

Once more, the roar of applause thaws his heart and makes him wish he didn’t have to depart this stage. Where had the years gone? He wonders. How did each day, so long, become faint flashes of memory? An ambling trajectory of wasteful debauchery, his life has passed him by like a distant plane in the sky. And now, as he clocks out of consciousness and stares across an endless necropolis, the clapping masses have gone silent. His heart is no longer raging and defiant. Overhead, the black curtain is falling and the blissful escape of the void is calling.

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MENTAL MASTURBATOR

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Willing To Spend Millions
For No Other Reason
Than To Stimulate
A Mental Masturbator
With A Military Parade
Shows A President
Whose  Psychotic Egotism

Leaky Toilet Haiku

A leaky toilet,
Bleeding precious liquid gold.
Not enough buckets.

The Struggle: Haiku.

Upside down egg pits
Swallow wasted ambitions,
Flushing them long gone.