Thursday, September 19

Haiku LXXI - LXXIV

no haiku in months;
this diet doesn’t work, still
a 30 inch waist



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her black pubic hair
stretched her sex upwards, sparkling,
to where my come came



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the pavements have clouds:
sparser than the sky’s, patches
of flown-away rain



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the slug I squashed last
night has today( guts all grey)
been pecked clean away

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