Marlene Mountain Haiku 1994
December 9, 2018 § Leave a comment
well there goes the year of the woman whatever that meant
are you or have you ever been
money belt but heck no money and too much waist
neglected the birds neglected
the haiku spirit snarls through his narrow-minded lips
his dead-beat dad now dead
none of the horses in the western poops
spring’s cum
are you who you eat
it didn’t mean anything he says about the other woman
can’t we all just get along can’t we all just write our own
she speaks of her pain all of the windows up
Thomas Wiloch Haiku 1994
December 8, 2018 § Leave a comment
sermon
of the
empty rose
(forgotten aesthetics)
Thomas Wiloch Haiku 1994
December 7, 2018 § Leave a comment
messiahs
probe
the cypher
(tense substructure)
Thomas Wiloch Haiku 1994
December 4, 2018 § Leave a comment
internal
doorway
to the moon isle
(pale sonata)
Thomas Wiloch Haiku 1994
December 3, 2018 § Leave a comment
ritual
pirates
tear shadows
(instinct range)
Thomas Wiloch Haiku 1994
December 2, 2018 § Leave a comment
sad voyage
to the memory
feast
(time inferno)
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