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 10, 2010
375.
The melancholy
haze of dusty twilight holds
me in its beauty.
Friday, July 9, 2010
374.
You seek passion where
it has never existed.
This ride wearies me.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
373.
Grass and flowers bend
and sway under the wind's hand,
culling surrender.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
372.
I want to hold your
fragile heart, just to see how
many ways it breaks.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
371.
She reaches out to
me, oh so tentatively.
Am I so scary?
Monday, July 5, 2010
370.
You dress me full of
all your wishes, but when do
I get a choice too?
Sunday, July 4, 2010
369.
Woman, internal
masochist, seeking some change:
diagnosis, please?
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