Ten Free-Writing Westernized Dark Haikus/Micro Poems

I went to the psychic

To tell me my future

He said, “It’s too bleak to leak.”

 

As an adult, you no longer live

In a world of

Candy canes and lovely lanes

 

My $75-dollar thinking

Everything is chaos

But with a purpose

 

Now I know

It’s better not to

Know

 

Caterpillars sometimes

Don’t turn into butterflies

They remain caterpillars

 

I want to be born old

So, I can understand

Life when I am young

 

If life is a female dog,

Is the afterlife a bastard

To face once again

 

There are 8 billion people

Running around

Without a clue of who or what we are

 

I am going to be 55

And I still don’t know

Who I am

 

Life hits the

Gentlest souls the hardest

And with such violence