“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music”
-friedrich nietzsche
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not a haiku
.
me thought i’d gone mad
music tapping at my ear
for only i could hear
me thought i’d dance a bit
give me mood n skirts a lift
while no one else was near
and i’m still here
feet n arms are bare
bees n flowers in me hair
so there!
care to join me, dear?
at this the final
hour, i pray barefoot in
dirt for happiness
.
haiku
unable to make a fist
movement is possible to ~
wards stillness ~ just peace
.
haiku
thin wrist shallow vein
turquoise & white noise exposed
like bare-breasted dove
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haiku
i’m god’s son and god’s
a woman and so am i
so there’s no difference
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haiku
stone isn’t spiteful!
he’s a statue though he’s lulled me
doves don’t perch lightly
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haiku
i rummage around
your body
no nook
is left
under~examined
.
haiku
sliding in between
radio stations become
the hum quieting
.
haiku
un~ fossiled spiraled
quiet truth of love enough
breathless scrolls unrolled
.
haiku
blood is the slick that
unites us thumps through our hours
minutes excites us
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haiku
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