Katauta

I need to be ripped
from reality, and thrown
into a dungeon of sleep…

© Christopher Rupley 2017

(This is a Katauta, and it stems from a group of Eastern forms of poetry called Waka. The syllable count is 5-7-7).

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Haiku 5-7-5

Puzzling memories
growing like weeds overflow
drawers in my mind…

© Christopher Rupley 2017

Haiku 5-7-5

What is this red in
their lies –  groomed blue at grave heights –
and white on my skin?

© Christopher Rupley 2017

(Gotta love that red, white and blue…)

Haiku 5-7-5

A blind peacock still
garners feathers enough to
brisk the hollow’s deep

© Christopher Rupley 2017

Haiku 5-7-5

I think the worst parts
of my life are talking shit
to my childhood’s breadth…

© Christopher Rupley 2017

Haiku 1-2-1

I
am no
one…

© Christopher Rupley 2017

(Check yourself if you don’t see the duality here..)

Long Brow

The scariest people
in the world are those
who forgive themselves
for the tragedies
they become…

© Christopher Rupley 2017