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 18, 2015
2007.
Harsh words masked as soft
daggers. Cutting up speakers
from the inside out.
Friday, April 17, 2015
2006.
Because these machines
are made up of such fragile
parts. Handle gently.
Thursday, April 16, 2015
2005.
It's all fire and
ashes now. A life coated
in muted embers.
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
2004.
An embodiment
of the outward, painted in.
A slow surrender.
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
2003.
Instead focus on
the beauty of a season
lit up by wonder.
Monday, April 13, 2015
2002.
A drugged specter for
the paranoid. Lost children
of the waning times.
Sunday, April 12, 2015
2001.
Inconsolable
intentions. Stunted progress
set continual.
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