(More) MicroPoems

(Each separated by a line.)


 

Midnight Bowling-green.
The Ghost
was frightened.


 

Dodged a flying phonebook
She boxed my ears.
Am on parole.


 

Chapter ten
I leapt up
Cold and horrified.


 

Karma-phobia.
Who wants to go on waking
into boneyards of the soul?


 

Self space
Void-full.
Empty as everything.


 

In this mirror
my eyes
like the end of a tunnel.

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