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 5, 2014
1649.
Mirrors are broken
and turned back for the maiming.
Suicide by love.
Friday, April 4, 2014
1648.
Our hearts' roots are all
twisted and gnarled together
in a tied hanging.
Thursday, April 3, 2014
1647.
A storm that sweeps out
everything but the mess
hiding underneath.
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
1646.
The idea of so
much oblivion lost to
its reality.
Tuesday, April 1, 2014
1645.
Hollow honors built
for the merry making of
fools and their splendor.
Monday, March 31, 2014
1644.
Loneliness is more
a need for anchors and psalms
than riding passion.
Sunday, March 30, 2014
1643.
Cover me in your
hunger so that I may be
completely consumed.
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