The Soft Angle

 

the soft angle

of his neck after the car

the impact

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This poem was written because pigeons have no road sense. And, to finish, here’s Erik B and Rakim –

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Still

 

still pigeons

see the still clouds grow greyer

and grow greyer

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This poem was written in response to Carpe Diem’s Haiku Writing Techniques #3, Repetition, another great prompt hosted by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. All of the poems in the link-up can be read here. And, to finish, here’s something weird and psychedelic from the Pretty Things –