Your urges are curbed by practices of old,
Your flesh is pink – a cover for the atmosphere inside your heart.
Oh, oh, your flynet no longer works.
Into the surprise I fly like a wide-eyed scream,
I float and I hover and I crash into the woods,
Into the practices of old.
The errors of my fathers fall on me like a pile of wet leaves.
I hop and I creep,
Forward I creep.
Poetry Hammer, September, 2009
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I woke up from a dream and there were haiku trailings in part of my brain. I thought it was good at the time but later realized it wasn’t so good.
It was in the previous post but I have deleted it now. I have kept the old post with its title out of respect.
Now a new haiku has appeared and I share it on the Design Argument.
It is as follows:
Old haiku expunged
No more will I laugh at it
These bones are fragile
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