The Cliché: "l'haiku un jour"
The tragedy of haiku as weapons, wielded once a day by a B.
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Saturday, August 14, 2010
410.
Disposable skin
breaks like glue sheened on flesh to
offer new beneath.
Friday, August 13, 2010
409.
Often, your mouth is
but a caricatured lock,
broken on hope's box.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
408.
Ink stains on bleeding
walls document the capture
of paper mimes here.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
407.
Come be my turn style
and shunt me a new vision
through you little slut.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
406.
The curved blade cuts two
sides from my face in splendor.
Such pretty pain.
Monday, August 9, 2010
405.
A me not even
I know paints cracks on the bones
of conformity.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
404.
Here, we occupy
entire existences
constructed by fear.
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