The Cliché: "l'haiku un jour"
The tragedy of haiku as weapons, wielded once a day by a B.
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Saturday, July 4, 2009
Four.
Nights of warmed laughter
silvered moonlight between the
stars of our joined eyes.
Friday, July 3, 2009
Three.
Illusory love
forms chalk lines on limb's cement
in heart's betrayal.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Two.
Word voyeur, lost to
soft sighs and shuddering breaths
intoxication.
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.
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