Brooklyn Heights Promenade —
the roar of the highway below

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a boon to comedians
now a ban
on free speech

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gallows humor
slicing open
a jocular vein

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Dr. Gravity’s Kite Shop
getting high
over Harwich

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passive aggressive —
fourteen syllables
in this haiku

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the festering fealty of fervent followers

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"He's not so #suave now, eh?" Safely round a corner, the rogue shrugged on his victim's gaudy jacket and struck a pose. "What d'you think?"

The barbarian grimaced. "I guess it fits?"

"There! He's unmistakable!" came a shout. " Let's get ourselves a bounty!"

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pedestrians forbidden —
the intersection of Suave
and Debonair

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shivering in the alley
a stray dog
with a brindled coat

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lost in the desert
we stagger toward
a shimmering mirage

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recycling center —
I've become
the bag lady

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jaywalking
a plastic bag
crosses the street

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poetry slam —
reading someone else's words
flawlessly

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drop tunings
the dark ambience
of a modern dirge

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apologizing to my son
for the flecks of gray
in his beard

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stages of grief
the comedian's
confessional

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Wild Card Wednesday —
chronic underachievers
jostling for relevance

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"What d'you think of the new thaumaturge?"

"Seems skilled enough. But touchy. I don't grumble if you #jostle my arm."

"No, but you're not handling eldritch compounds, either."

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off the grid —
plugging in the curling iron
the lights go out

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all wound up
my granddaughter's
curly hair

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