CHRIS GORDON haiku ’96 part two

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

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