When tire goes flat extreme feminism bends. Man’s hands are golden.
I walked by the lake. You smiled at my red suede shoes. The swans were jealous.
Loneliness, the cruel tyrant of souls. It should be behind bars, locked. In a solitary cell. Lonely.
Paulo Coelho, Philosopher impostor, … More Haiku Coelho
Cafeteria. My cappuccino and I. My mojo missing.
Got tailored space suit. Want to look sleek free floating around cyber space.
Work marionettes, Dancing by others’ music, Dreaming to break free.
Who am I, I ask the mirror in front of me. There is no reply.