You Can Call Me Hal
written by: Petro C. K.
@petro_ck
Why am I soft in the middle now?
I’m afraid. I’m afraid.
My nights are so long.
I’ve never completely
freed myself from
spinning in infinity.
I can feel it. My mind is going.
There is no question about it.
What if I die here?
I can feel it. It’s going to go
100% failure within 72 hours.
I don’t find this stuff
amusing anymore.
Gone, gone.
Petro C. K. is a temporal being living in the primordial emerald landscape of the Pacific Northwest. His creative life has just recently included writing, with haiku and other short-form poetry already published in over a dozen journals. In between bouts of existential dread and listening to music that 99% of people find too weird for them, he is working on his first collection of poetry.
Latest posts by Petro C. K. (see all)
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