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The Zen of Sindome
Poems about the life of an SDer

I'm sure we've done SD Haiku before, but I woke up this morning remembering that last night I had gone to sleep wondering if I locked my door on SD before I logged off. So while taking my morning constitutional I wrote these. Enjoy.

Did I lock my cube?
Paranoia sets in fast
I must log in now

Adrenaline surge
fingers shaking badly I
don't understand that

Waking up to dream
Shadowy mists all around me
My stuff is now gone

Who is on the who?
At who has more peeps today
Lots to Roleplay now

Neon Streets of Red
Banspeuro park in the dark
Get me out of here

hawk the first grenade
pull pin on the first grenade
sell the first grenade

Tanks on the red streets
ninjas superhuman strength
RampageMOO is here

Now I lay me down
to sleep with my gun near me
lord, please bless my aim


I type in smell me
Overcome by nausea
Gotta go shower

Hey barkeep, what's good?
Pardon, would you like some
thing from the menu?

Appraise this item
Vendor eyes me angrily
You buying or what?

Sarz vs Arts vs Snakes
Oh shit, I'm outta bullets
Who's cleaning that up?

Ballad Of A Thin Doc (after Bob Dylan's 'Ballad Of A Thin Man')

You walk into the room
With your scalpel in your hand
You see some dying Mixer
And you say, "Who is that chum?"
You try so hard
But you can't save the man
Blood still washes off
When you get done

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Doctor Johns?

You wear Xo5
A Judge asks, "Is this weapon yours?"
And somebody points to you and says
"It's his"
And you say, "What's mine?"
And some immigrant says, "Where what is?"
And you say, "Oh my God,
I'll have to kill you all."

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Doctor Johns?

You don't head into the light
And wake up in a tank
That immediately chats you up
When it hears you speak
And says, "How does it feel
To be such a freak?"
And you say, "Impossible"
As it decants your clone

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Doctor Johns?

You have many contacts
Among the joes and pimps
To get you facts
When someone attacks your reputation
But nobody has any respect
Anyway they already expect you
To just give a check-up
To patch them freely when they bloody Fuller Medical

You've crewed with the Banished  
And they've all liked your skills
With great Judges you have
Discussed fixers and thieves
You've been through all of
The Red Dispatch's feeds
You're very well read
It's well known

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Doctor Johns?

Well, that Lucky Lady, she comes up to you
And then she smiles
She crosses her guns
And then she clicks her high-top shoes
And without further notice
She asks you how it feels
And she says, "We got my man back
Let's head into the Dome"

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Doctor Johns?

Now you see this armored midget
Shouting the word "CLEAR"
And you say, "For what reason?"
And he says, "BEER?"
And you say, "What does this mean?"
And he screams back, "You're a doc
Make me some flash
Or else go home"

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Doctor Johns?

Well, you walk into the Park
Like a Mixer and then you frown
You slide goggles from your sockets
Put your holsters on the ground
Keeping low from the Law
Don't want them comin' around
You should be made
To wear mag-cuffs

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Doctor Johns?

(Edited by Grim at 9:47 am on May 8, 2007)

Thirty-six hours gone,
just a little overdue,
my new gunshot wound.

Can you spare some chyen?
I know I smell like crotch cheese,
a shower at New Rose.

The smell of ozone,
needle sharp, soothing voices,
memories now safe.

Hard love ain't for free,
Milk white thighs. Her arms? Track marks.
The Red Canary.

Do you know The Way?
Gunshots in a dark alley.
Sword at a gun-fight.

He was only ten.
A love slave like no other,
Reds' discarded youth.

Roach Broth! Cheap Roach Broth!
She calls from Bansupuro,
the food cart lady.

Obey the Law, bitch.
Click. Thirteen millimeter.
Bang. I hate tank time.

You motherfucker.
Sinners and Arts on Fuller.
Another gang war.

 Ok.. so I just came across these and was inspired to throw a few of my own out there.

Woke up in a vat,
wonder who shot me this time?
Paper gown, long walk.

B. P. after dark,
no flashlight, can't  see a thing.
wild dog moves to block.

The Font makes me say
really dumb shit that sounds gay,
"growing stronger" eh?

Hooker with penis,
thought that was just a Tool song.
saw one on Sinn Street.

Holograms are hot,
standing at Soma Station,
Sindy gives me wood.

Bathroom at the Drome,
I look over to my left.
Larri's bigger.......damn.

alright..that's enough for now..... I'm kinda worried about where the next one might go...Linekin

There goes my bonus.

That moment when you're caught. Shit.

Tell my clone to run.

Haiku - not my strength. Giving it a go:

You bought the key

Paydata, you wait unseen

Who are you watching?

Fun in the sewers

When do we explore again?

Smell me and throw up

Okay, another.

Badlands Glasswalking

Hell Hound in Banspuro

Oh Lord, fuck that shit

(It was that or: Then Cerberus in BP.)


Who's next?

for our combative friends

Frog splashes

Kingfisher flashes

Death finds us all

Don't you men Zendome?
Wake up and hear.

The time of your revival.

Oh fuck, not again.

Now the walk of shame.

Hurry up to savings bank.

Fuck, not enough flash.

Search for a friend.

Everybody's sleeping.

Gonna perm, for real.

Got my flash in red.

Gotta head down there, fast.

Swallow in terror and sigh.

Mag-lev's are late.

Look over your shoulder in fear.

Warm breeze blows over.

The lev arrives.

You sigh relieved, just in time.

Loud bang and you dead.

Memories past,

Slide across your mind fastly.

The light coming closer, cold

You enter the light.

Start making new character

It was a good run.

Blade in the sunlight

Steel glints, flesh parting wetly

Living changes to dead

Check both directions

Exit the alley calmly

Blend into the crowd

Deep breaths in and out

Calm the mind and body fast

You just killed that man

Machete drips blood

Someone sees, screams explode fast

'TERRA, TERRA get that man!'

Running, feet smack ground

Dodging the masses deftly

Smack into something

Look up, eyes wide open

A golden eagle glaring

Batons fall quickly

Smack crash crunch whap blap

Bones break, teeth crack, blood hits dirt

Limp form dragged downtown

Thrown into a cell

Lights flicker ominously

Nose bleeds profusely

Staring at tube lights

My life is over now, damn

Head hits stained white wall

Armored Judge opens the door

Reads me my charges, draws her gun

Black void at eye level

Utter blackness comes

Lost memories dance about

Friend, Foe, Family, Fuck