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the bus grows somewhat quiet I ring the bell

greeting a stranger in the smell of baked chicken

lonely for ideas I have never had

ottery tickets

while you were sleeping the bees began dying

I blow smoke into the opening of the phone bill

geese nibble the dark stuff we have our separate rooms

one dandelion
seed clings to the stalk
no diagnosis

 
a leaking faucet
butterflies mating in
all this smog

 
rain drops catch
the lamps and
strike my face

 
visible only in
the shaft of light
a circling fly

 
storm clouds
a circling crow
drifts eastward

 
the buildings
disappear a coot
surfaces

 
the radio
barely audible
late at night

 
the snails have
paid more attention
than I have

 
my finger follows
the wet curves
of her ear

 
underneath
the colorful garbage
hints of autumn

 
a lamp left on
in an empty room
sparrows at dusk

 
a moth has flown
out of my mouth
or so it seems

 
drawing blood
she says I look like
my name

“The amusing alter-egos of famous haiku poets”

between two bricks

something moves

a blade of grass

don’t have my tongue in your cheek I have it in mine