The Cliché: "l'haiku un jour"
The tragedy of haiku as weapons, wielded once a day by a B.
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Saturday, November 20, 2010
508.
The naive standard
of the cosseted public
confuses purpose.
Friday, November 19, 2010
507.
I compare you with
simple pleasure to see how
you fit up against.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
506.
A beautiful game,
charades and sleights of hands, met
under love's regard.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
505.
His lithograph fades.
But persistent memory
denies abating.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
504.
Trapped in this hovel
of misshapen dreams, turned in
and perverted out.
Monday, November 15, 2010
503.
A depression sinks,
weighed down with all the living
time cannot change.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
502.
I've lead with my head
in every fall. Such self-
hewn lobotomies.
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