The Cliché: "l'haiku un jour"
The tragedy of haiku as weapons, wielded once a day by a B.
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Saturday, July 11, 2015
2091.
Pinked flesh, hungry and
flush under the push pull of
a needle strewn back.
Friday, July 10, 2015
2090.
Upside down, the day
plays its reversed emotions
for the dyslexic.
Thursday, July 9, 2015
2089.
Word voyeur, lost to
soft sighs and shuddering breaths
intoxication.
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
2088.
If only clouds could
be beds, coming down to pick
up dreamers each night.
Tuesday, July 7, 2015
2087.
When they told you that
people were fragile, you saw
a chance to break them.
Monday, July 6, 2015
2086.
Possession is an
idea we keep confusing
for such enslavement.
Sunday, July 5, 2015
2085.
You douse me in your
passion but then forget to
mind the low embers.
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