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 13, 2014
1790.
I burn from within
as each star turns dust when
galaxies reform.
Friday, September 12, 2014
1789.
Your voice is wrapped in
tongues and that mouth coated in
dreams. Love illusions.
Thursday, September 11, 2014
1788.
I spend far too much
time forgetting things than I
do remembering.
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
1787.
If only knowledge
about love's intricacies
were ingrained from birth.
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
1786.
A lingering heat
to remind the earth of its
continuous turns.
Monday, September 8, 2014
1785.
The sky contorts and
upends itself to the ground
below. Offering.
Sunday, September 7, 2014
1784.
His mouth pulses like
a tumor on my skin. Just
waiting to murder.
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