http://slow.writerscafe.org/KAOlmsted The original writings of author KAOlmsted en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033694 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It's fantastic stuffIt populates the planetBut it ain't food, dude http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KAOlmsted/1495461/ Not your typical 5-7-5 but 17 all the same http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KAOlmsted/1389397/ ...it's been a while http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KAOlmsted/1312088/ I met one todayI wouldn't f**k with your dickThe Army fell short http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KAOlmsted/1241113/ ...just saying ;-) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KAOlmsted/1236772/ I don't know what's worseThe fact you cheated on meOr that I don't care http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KAOlmsted/1235175/ Submission for Tanka contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KAOlmsted/1222253/ I’m in a strange placeWhere chips and liquorComplement one anotherWhere the sound of your voiceHas never been heardAnd yetI know it is a symphonyOf drum beats and cymbalsA sad little cacophonyLike a New Orleans funeralWithout the trumpets .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KAOlmsted/1221211/ Diving downinto that subterranean pitin the back of my skull.Wading in thedepravity I keep stored therebetween the memories of himand the likeness of you.Sinking into my old way of life again back when I didn't give a damnabout himor you.So much better.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KAOlmsted/1221208/ YouThree hundred and sixty five daysand countingover the age of consentLegalBut stillNaïveA lamb...And meLike MaryShepherding thoughtsCorralling desires MaryNeeds her little lamb.Experienced fingertipson taut young fleshThe ton.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KAOlmsted/1221206/ I count the pipsIn my amber bottle maracasAnd take a strong swallowTo wash down the bitternessThe acrid lonelinessThat has left me emptyAnd without enthusiasmWhere the destinationIs never worth the tripNor the priceOf admissionWhere the outcomeSimp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KAOlmsted/1221205/ Exaltation in your misery I lap it up like creamKick you when you're downOn the groundAnd walk awayLaughingMy a*s offBecause your dizzying free fallInto sweet infamyGives me a cheap thrillOne I feelDeep in my heartAnd soulSuch scandalNever .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KAOlmsted/1221203/ Someone asked me if I kept a dream journal. I said no... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KAOlmsted/1220599/ ...J is amazeballs :-D Just saying... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KAOlmsted/1218814/ ...my first husband. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KAOlmsted/1218810/ ComfortableLike an old shirtAnd lounging pantsLike my favorite songPlaying in the backgroundThe one that goes“Daisies are rolling down the mountain...” My entire lifeI pushI pushI push awaySometimes I push too hardAnd I have to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KAOlmsted/1218806/ I fell on my sword AgainI took the rap for your feelings for meEntirely my faultI saidI didn't realize what I was doingCan you forgive me?Would you?Or is it simpler for you to blame me?When you say my nameWhisperYou don't want anyone else to hear you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KAOlmsted/1218793/ My scentOn your skinWhere I branded your hideWith my tattooLilacsAnd vodkaFatal combinationYou realizeToo late My tasteOn your tongueAfter I wrap my legsAround your neckStickyLike candyConfectioner's heavenLayman's hell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KAOlmsted/1218790/ Dust on my tiaraNo longer the sparklingGemI once wasBut the luster still glowsThere beneath the surfaceJustPolish me. Cracks in my foundationCrumbling concrete and tileHolesIn the wallsBut the beams are still goodThe floor joists still.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KAOlmsted/1218788/ ...I am so getting into trouble xD Oh wait...see the Follow-Up Senryu... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KAOlmsted/1218787/ A mind likeMinorEndlessly quoting theOED Flashing myBrillianceMyLuminanceMyProfoundly dazzling bullshittiness(Won't find that one in the Sacred lexicon).Thing about MinorAbout paranoia and intelligenceOne seldom findsOne without the oth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KAOlmsted/1218784/ Only because you knewWhat they would do to meDid you utter those words;Give me some creditIt's best not to treat meAs though I've never beenA participant in the game.Do I strike you as naive?Only because you knewI have no room to b***hDid you give me somethingTo complain abou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KAOlmsted/1218782/ Maybe it's the uniformOr the attitudeThat inhabits the bodyThat fills the uniformOr maybe it's the swaggerThat aloofnessThat hundred yard stareMaybe it's that dead calmStoicismThat makes me quiverScalp and spineMaybe that crew cutBlack boot Fla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KAOlmsted/1215979/ Your noxious vacuityallsulfur scented righteousnessandbloated opinions thatspill like nuclear waste fromyour toxic mouthoninsalubrious breath Yourinsanitary insanityandpoisonous pontificationand malignant musingsfor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KAOlmsted/1215975/ The voicesDeep like scratches Like grooves in theNovelty vinylBlue and red recordsSpinning Transparent yellow The voicesSmart like scienceLike a lectureOn magma; lavaAnd ash that eruptsPukingMolten syllables  THE VOICES.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KAOlmsted/1215971/ My delusions of grandeurUntamedUncheckedUnceremoniously stripped fromMy alcoholic brainMy wet brainDry drunkOne slipOf the wrist and it'sLights out...Ego Stupid little sing-songStupid brainWorking on three cylindersPistons misfiringInjectors cloggedSugar in the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KAOlmsted/1215970/ I call for his headAnd the contents thereinCrack it openA delightful act To run my fingers Through his thoughtsTo feel his psycheQuiver in my palmsTo watch his museGive me a lap dance... I call for his head No platter requiredAll that I as.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KAOlmsted/1215969/ When your own headBetrays youAnd shifts on its axisLeaving you spinningOut of controlSometimes the only thing you can doIs let goAnd spin alongUntil you're dizzyWhen the spinning stopsAnd you catch your breathYou pick up the piecesOf your broken headAnd try to make senseOf the jigsaw puzzleAll the w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KAOlmsted/1214629/