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A Thousand Haiku - Set Eleven

百一 Ants dancing on a sweet stain death is sticky 百二 I sometimes wonder whether birds ridicule us 百三 What is life worth - our accomplishments in death 百四 Holidaymakers clog the streets like the pipes below 百五 Christmas comes too soon in supermarkets 百六 Blood in my mouth tired jaw endorphines 百七 The audacity oh little crumb to let me choke 百八 Satisfying crunch of my gums between teeth preceeds a pleasured sigh 百九 Stirring careful not to shred the teabag 百十 In exhasperated effort of writing Haiku he

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Something From a Dream

tulisti ad me totus illas venustas avis peregrinas. sum singillatim admiratus illarum plumas, atque mente agitavi in ubi hortulus in nostro vivunt. quaedam quasi parvus pavo, ac alius passer non absimilis quem ornat cum divinissimus coloribus et caelis. quam exoptavi illa sim avis, in carcerem involvatur de mollisimus fit cute, atque sanguine tenerrimus. cur me non includeres ut nostrum feceras voluptatem? te relinqui cum vegrandes creaturae ac abivi apud flores, pari tui donis quidpiam sperans capere. nimin aves altae omnes insidebant arboribus, sed hic illic in auram papiliones tripudibant. cum manibus asperis in fruticeto captare sum conat

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A Thousand Haiku - Set Nine

八十一 They did not want to buy her greenbeans and we celebrate Christmas 八十二 It has been long hasn't it indeed 八十三 The universe knows no sorrow like those pages unread 八十四 I feel myself slipping yet when Alice fell down wonderland 八十五 Headcloth - midnight blue and silver stars 八十六 Stubborn apathetic I am no better 八十七 Elderly armchair - your graying threads and tattered knees 八十八 Morning thoughts always so mean mental conniption 八十九 Abstain your smile

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Babayaga

Languid smells from bronzen pots were dun and thicked the air. She stirred them in those tumid lots; rags or leaves or flowers fair. Her pungent potions wracked the panes of pear shaped glass that barred the rains. Quietly she stirred her tunes, around and round those oozing fumes. They thought she was afraid of death, yet not afraid of dying. In her humid hut and bubbling urns was revealed her dreadful pining.

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A Thousand Haiku - Set Three

二十一 Laying down pretending my jacket is her embrace 二十二 Swaying thistle as we are chased down by cumulus cast shadow 二十三 Sinuously liquid earth plays between my toes 二十四 The satisfying sounds of dry soil crushed beneath our feet 二十五 Her skin blushes red as if shy of the yellow sun his gaze fiery 二十六 Frozen clouds thaw like sky born glaciers spilled into the sea 二十七 I listen to them sleeping my own attempt thwarted and the wind and rain 二十八 The heavy breathing stops it is