bog lost boot sucked from the slogging foot of a hapless soul to pull the boot up would just drive the man down
The Bog Lost Boot [Tanka]
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Tag Archives: poetry
Hissing Breeze Tanka
a hissing breeze rushes through the leaves sensed in a strong wind then i can't not hear it even in a trickled breeze
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Separation [Haiku]
missing flip-flop sits beside the curb miles from a man askew
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Mystery Print Haiku
Muddy Water Tanka
pristine flower blooms in muddy water; its fragrance drowns out the scent of rot until it feeds the mud
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Three Takes on a Lotus Haiku
I lotus viewing: still blossom, changing light; countless sights
II a still lotus, a static eye, and shifting light; boundless hues
III view one lotus until the changing light makes a new bloom
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POEM: Ghosts in the Darkness
I have walked in deep, dark places, and crawled through darker, still -- gas-lit slums long after the dusk, where lamplight failed to spill. So surprised by fleeting faces that faded in and out -- like visions from the sleep-drift, they never loiter about. They come, they see, and then they pass -- these alien observers. They pass with just a fleeting glance, like someone else's server. They care not what you think you need, or who you think you are. You're just an automaton shopper within the grand bazaar.
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POEM: A World of Loathing
a cat abhors a vacuum vacuums abhor tangled hair tangled hair abhors a hairbrush hairbrushes abhor Victorian Spanking Fetishists Victorian Spanking Fetishists abhor Victorian prudism prudism abhors immodesty immodesty abhors modesty modesty abhors whores whores abhor cheapskates cheapskates abhor expenses expenses abhor ledgers ledgers abhor ink pens ink pens abhor writers writers abhor synonyms synonyms abhor antonyms antonyms abhor continuums and so on... it's true that Eddie Rabbitt loves a rainy night, but who loves Eddie Rabbitt? [the Coalition for Names with Double-Letters, that's who!]
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Montreal Limerick
There was a hungry man from Montreal who ate Poutine 'til he could only crawl the snack in question gave him indigestion, and sealed his colon like a stonewall.
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POEM: Hypnagogic Voices
I hear voices -- a cold burble of voices -- too dim and distant to extract meaning, too inexplicable not to inject a rationale, or a slate of reasons: -madness -conspiracy -expectation -the impulse toward void filling minds despise quiet, filling it with puzzling prattle, and making any hash of sound into cryptic natter, until sleep descends
