The Cliché: "l'haiku un jour"
The tragedy of haiku as weapons, wielded once a day by a B.
Pages
Home
Contact a b.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
One.
Man drawn sickles, bend
to wide eyes tilted with drought
under their dresses.
Octopus arms and
leeching emotions. The truth
walks on broken stilts.
Salt pillar fault lines.
Your memory devastates
the hallowed ground here.
Newer Post
Home