Friday, April 21, 2017

5-7-5 Haiku(s)

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Living with covid:
being a mouse in a house
with cat in it.
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Poets' emotions:
more worthy of attention
than other people's.

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Problem with Graves's White
Goddess is, she's white. We need
a Nut-Brown Goddess.


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sang for three hours
baby with us the whole time
never fussed a bit
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I refuse to join
any group that assigns star-
status to people.
            -
Star-status might be
ironic star-status. That’s
one problem with it.
 


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white people making
fried cornmeal balls and calling
them hummus puppies


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I love the fairway.
Ev'rything rolls off of it,
espeshly my ball.


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Thumping banjos heard
from tent. Leopard frogs. Couldn't
decipher the tunes.


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If the medium
is the message, the message
has to be Facebook.


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Whose ever face gets
posted on Facebook the most
wins the election.
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Parallel eaters
take planful measured bites of
all the foods at once.


Serial eaters
take dedicated bites of
one food till it’s gone.
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For a suffering
poet, making everyone
sick is redemptive.
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poesis—maid rite
take browned ground beef and sliced cheese
make a sloppy po’
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People can misspell
Michael on a marker. I'm sure
it's often been done.
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Taxidermy. Your
baby’s shoes ain’t no heirloom
till you shellac ‘em.

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Adam and Eve in
the Garden before they had
to start having sex

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I don't want mankind
to survive, because it'll
be people like you.
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If he'd had any
self-respect, he would have died
a long time ago.
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I am so blessed by
the new friends I've made! How can
I not die happy?
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Please don't let me go
through life as nothing but an
underwear wardrobe.

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Woe be to any
Hebrew woman who marries
a Philistine man!


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Woe be to them in
whom I read my own sins. My
scourge is merciless.


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Some existential
morsel. My musical voice.
The caution of death.


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I'll talk, peons, you
listen. I'm the poet, you're
my fit audience.

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Yup, I want power.
Faustian bargain, though, I'm
going to Hell now.

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Some people think they're
heavyweights, but most of 'em
are just big fatsos.

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The poets I know
don't get the medium-is-
the-message message.

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They said it was one
of the handful of longest 
teeth they'd ever seen.

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His heart is a soft
pillow. He uses it to 
suffocate his friends.

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I have no urge to
rest, only to forge ahead.
I may soon be dead.

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They kept promoting
me, and the more they did the
more I wanted out.

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Competition does
not inspire me. It just makes
me want to give up.

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A successful team
always includes at least one
squirrel and one moose.

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We didn't know we
were having an affair, so
it ended badly.

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My robe and crown have
gone missing. I look like shit
in 'em anyway.