The Cliché: "l'haiku un jour"
The tragedy of haiku as weapons, wielded once a day by a B.
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Saturday, February 12, 2011
592.
The lantern eyes of
a nation's continuance
hold his memory.
Friday, February 11, 2011
591.
The sinuous grace
of her body flying through
the air is beauty.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
590.
The sky is lit up
with over a million hopes
and stabbed, falling dreams.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
589.
Love's proverbial
team fat kid, always picked last
except by led dicks.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
588.
Never the chosen,
always intermediate,
and then traded in.
Monday, February 7, 2011
587.
I simply can't seem
to escape the overhang
of the gullible.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
586.
The fragile under-
belly of the realist's heart,
whored out asunder.
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