Earbud streetlights,
the night wears a smoke disguise,
a plane reverse dives, as
skyscrapers run for their lives.
Today’s been slaughtered;
the sky’s a killing house:
entrail chemtrails,
chopped up bits,
joints and tips.
Clouds fade to
a stiletto knife but
don’t believe the hype.
The minutes may have squealed,
but the hours took their own lives.
It takes the main vein
to get the stratosphere to drain.
Nothing quantifiable survives
the flush and sweep of evening skies.
Not even time to shout
before it is lights out.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
Too good! 👏👏👏
“The minutes may have squealed,
but the hours took their own lives.” Amazing!
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Thank you, kindly. Makes me squeal to get such great feedback. Cheers.
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A nice read! “It takes the main vein
to get the stratosphere to drain.” Living in Las Vegas, this naturally grabbed me! Our Stratosphere Tower is unique…
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Thank you kindly, John. I’m liking these “car” poems. Wrote this one on a drive out of the city. The evening sky is so expressive.
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Our sky has fascinated humans for thousands of years. Light Pollution is not good.
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Wow! Graphic. Powerful. Slightly terrifying. Great rhythm and images!
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Thank you, Worms. I looked up and the sky was like a slaughterhouse. Had to make something of it.
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Scary stuff. Love it.
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Thank you, Hobbo. It scared me a bit as well dripping out yesterday.
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🙂 Luckily, Dauphy was beside me!
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He’s heroic and loyal. Wait, maybe my perfect partner should have four legs instead of two. 😂
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Can’t go wrong. 🐾🐾
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so very very cool, this. photo and words, beautiful. Thanks for sharing. And thanks for that thing you did on Twitter. xoxo.
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My pleasure. I’m so glad you enjoyed both pieces. I really enjoy the daily haiku and, of course, connecting with other amazing writers here and on twitterverse (I admit Im still learning a lot about both platforms). So glad we are connected.
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Yeah, me too. All the best.
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That sky picture is beautiful and tortured
A bit of ying and yang in the poem
How did you remember the lines while driving? I would need to pull over and write a draft blog 😁
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It was a tortured sky. I get time for lines at long lights, but I also do a voice memo if I can’t get my hands on my journal. The worst is when the line is there, and Siri won’t cooperate. Thank you for reading and connecting with me.
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Powerful write!
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Thank you very much, VJ.
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Welcome!
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Brilliant visceral depiction of such a memorable evening sky! Powerful and haunting imagery you paint here, K! 🙂
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Thank you kindly, Tom. The sky is so expressive, and it seems to inspire me differently each time I get to spend time admiring its ever-changing face. Cheers.
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So many great lines in this. Love these:
‘The minutes may have squealed,
but the hours took their own lives.’
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☺️Thanks do much. I wonder where this stuff comes from sometimes. A bloody sunset got me going.
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very very powerful and physical
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Thanks. 😃
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