The Cliché: "l'haiku un jour"
The tragedy of haiku as weapons, wielded once a day by a B.
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Saturday, April 7, 2012
1012.
Sometimes I wonder
how much of a feeling I'm
manufacturing.
Friday, April 6, 2012
1011.
Then reversal and
erasure. Over myself
for this next sequence.
Thursday, April 5, 2012
1010.
A Gaiman novel
made real. A dissolute scape
of heart and future.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
1009.
The only recourse
left for the weak to learn strength
to beat its own self.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
1008.
Soul emptied and arms
bare, an exercise in pain
turning on itself.
Monday, April 2, 2012
1007.
Until the only
thing left is just a shell of
the person left hung.
Sunday, April 1, 2012
1006.
Then the world is gone
in a Noah-esque blink that
the inside out.
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