Wednesday, June 12

Haiku LVII - LXI

forget about her?
no—give me a hammer for
my skull & then—yes


someone pissed off the
flowers in this town & they
don’t shine anymore


I want to remove
her cotton pants and drink her
up ‘til she pulses


garage window light
highlighting perfectly the
night’s purple flowers


there is no night so
dark as the one she lay on
me when we don’t talk

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