The Cliché: "l'haiku un jour"
The tragedy of haiku as weapons, wielded once a day by a B.
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Saturday, September 4, 2010
431.
Such cold comfort is
the line of ashes from heart's
moratorium.
Friday, September 3, 2010
430.
Little monkey boy,
born under an octopus
moon, here flourishes.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
429.
All the linguistic
hieroglyphics history
struggles to have seen.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
428.
Angels are a soft
ideal, leering in judgment's
blind usurpation.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
427.
That little girl, set
already as a problem
conformist, stuttered.
Monday, August 30, 2010
426.
Sometimes, I get so
unbelievably tired
of having to think.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
425.
All the mirages
of insular living leave
only emptiness.
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