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My haiku was inspired by a contest held at Zeldman.Com
The Last Drinkby Heather CastilloHe walks in silence In the middle of the night Searching for a drink How did this happen Once the life of the party Now scrounging for booze Dingy white jacket tattered and torn at the ends used to be brilliant His smugness is gone No one looks up to him now Humbled, broken man His wife emerges Holding his martini glass "Would you like one dear?" No answer needed She mixes one up, double Hands it to him fast He hangs his head back Down his throat without a hitch No taste to savor Out comes the pistol "That will be your last drink dear." Bullet pentrates Pistol lowers slow Jenkins laying in silence last drink still in hand |
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