Haiku
dad used to say
one day, you’ll understand –
now I understand
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bald hitchhiker
writing poems on velvet –
low calorie Buddah
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my parents –
angels
I tarred and feathered
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i am familiar
with the sound
of your footsteps leaving
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tin of loose change
give me something –
you bastard
David Hutt grew up in London. Every now and then he tries normal work and stability, but it never lasts long. He has published short-stories and poems in several international publications. A regular twitter user, follow him at @davidhutt1990.