Haiku, Book Three

Laundry

The smell of liquor

aged five, six, seven hours -

stains hard to remove.

Infatuation

The tip of the tongue

enjoys the ringing diction;

Remember the name.

Possible Situations

If only I could 

rest my leg near another's

longer than I had -

Why Write Haiku

The idle mind is

a dying mind; these are nights

when I lie rotting.

Preoccupation

But the brain consumes

all that the brain can and will.

See you later, blog.

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Haiku, Book Two

End of something

We "have had," years past

Never "will have", not again:

end of a story.

Dreams

Underneath eyelids,

mind turns into gossamer:

colors everywhere.

Apprehension

Like a marathon:

legs begin to fade into

a street of people.

Big Words

You, Gossipmonger,

Fabricate in Grecism -

Audience of skeptics.

Stranger

It is funny how

you know too much about a

person you don't know.

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Haiku, Book One

Crickets

They are bells that ring

Tonight, a lone orchestra -

She stops to listen.

Compromises

You, me. No one knows

what our hands are for, or do

they clap for others?

On: Death

Blank sheet of paper,

No more ink, diary ends

in unfinished sen--

 Birthdays

Sorry, I forgot;

It is not my best habit.

I'll bring you cake soon.

Love

Some French, German names

(of course, postmodernism - )

we don't understand.

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