Friday, January 31

Haiku XCII - XCIX

I miss the train, when,
waking, I’d hear the songs I
had started at home.



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Those men I knew, tired
& beaten, took their place next
to me, homeward bound.



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My candles last FOUR
& ONE HALF HOURS, so these two
will keep me comp’ny.



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She slid her cunt on
to my mouth & ground. Gasping,
she reached for my prick.



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& as the rain falls
down, it locks us all in grey;
& still the rain falls.



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This tireless winter
is no green but stagnating,
while we look for sun.



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Take me for good-night
because I was silly once
but now I am tired.



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Her lingerie was black.
It twinkled for me brightly,
though white was her skin.

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