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haiku

Sunday, November 25th, 2018

awake at midnight –
in a cloudless sky, the full
moon rises alone

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This poem has no name

Tuesday, August 7th, 2018

Black.
White.
Chinese.
Indian.
Rich.
Poor.
Yours.
Mine.
Happy.
Sad.
Good.
Bad.
Pretty.
Plain.
Nothing.
All.
Prison.
Mind.

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This and that

Wednesday, May 9th, 2018

In this moment the sweet perfume
Of all this which is now fills this brain;
A thousand angels
That become this single flower
Until that I arrives
And then that desire
Like the shit of ten million beelzebubs
Flare their way into that nose.
Then this is that.
One billion flies wanting swatting away.
Now gone is this subtle rose.
And this seed which is this tree
And this sprout and this sapling
And this rotting log
And this earth and this tsky
Which communes with this sun and rain.
Gone is just only this
When that I arrived;
That one that broke
The whole world’s heart.

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