1. Free Verse
our pasts are
riddled with painful mistakes
driven by anger and
raging hormones
we cannonballed into
love with a whoop
then slithered away
in the dead of night
wounded children
thrown into Woodstock’s fires
raised via
improvisation by folks
who were not quite
sure where babies came from
but if at least we
can look back in shock
and trace the scars
of brutal lessons learned
and no longer have
anger at ourselves
2. Random Haiku
I have a million
words
And not one of them
Will comfort your mind
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