Monday, April 29

Haiku XLIV - XLVII

moon: you’re brilliant
between the teeth of skyline
Florida hotels



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the sunbathing girl
has small breezing hairs poking
out her small white crotch



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this bar has come to
believe that life is loners
fighting against death



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there is nothing left—
the drinks locked up; barmen gone
; last drink; stubs & ash

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