Deadwood Haiku: 2016

Saturday, December 17, 2016

and if you have a
thing, the reason for the thing
is that you have it

do not murder me
as i sleep and i will not
try to murder you

i declare myself
conductor of this meetin' -
i have the bribe sheet

he don't know if it's
takin' it in through gills, he's
that fuckin' cuntstruck

they're afloat in some
bubble - him, her snatch, and his
stupid fuckin' badge

dead and without a
body, you still outstrip him
for intelligence

'twas all on account
of some handsome young woman
i weep and lament

al swearengen's a
cue and farnum merely is
a billiard ball

say what you're gonna
say or prepare for fuckin'
eternal silence

let's leave it alone
i am stupidest when i
try to be funny

i lost at the wheel
and the flake i washed up i
drank the fuck away

take fuckin' cropped-ears
over to the chinaman's
and throw him away

a human being
in his last extremity
is a bag of shit

agitation leads
to a spike in whiskey sales
but cunt sales plummet

you are uglier
than before, when you also weren't
a treat to the eyes