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***
What
is life but a bit of whimsy,
an
evening’s entertainment for the gods,
useless
hours spent wearing
the
dueling mas..
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haiku
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***A
pugilist can take a punch --
It’s
a requirement of the occupation
as
is self-flagellation
for
the chronically self-centered..
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***
The white hard hat men
had City written on their vests;
they
put up the
gray metal streetlamps,
like
rows of tall pop..
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***
I
held a Remington 12-gauge pump shotgun
cradled
in the crook of my left arm.
I
came to the woods for rabbits, for wild me..
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***
Oatmeal-raisin
cookies
and
cherry
pie,
doughnut
holes
in a box --
goodness
always disappears
before
yo..
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An imperfect sonnet
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***
I’m
known as Bigfoot
to
my adoring fans,
a
subset of a small branch
of
reality.
At
least one of my girls
..
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***
Your
undertaking is dangerous.
How
long can you hold your breath?
The
pearls are all on the bottom,
a
deep dive, wh..
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I’m sorry to burst your hope bubble, but you can’t write a genuine Japanese haiku in English, even if you slavishly follow the 5-7-5 rule ..
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