Is [is] the only[?] (world)
[w]here life remarkably goes(?)[;]
(Why are we) [c]onfused(?) [as I am?]
Month: November 2011
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¿Life is lifE? (read title frontward to back then other way ’round; then read haiku (singularly, and then pluraly))
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Forcing It at the Aeroport
Waiting for Josh, air.
Always forget how strange, air.
Not Josh. No, the port.
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Time With Myself and His Friends
Morning time without
movement in the day, cries for
more stimulation.My brain and I are
getting reacquainted now.
I like him, you know?However, there are
paths on occasion: dim, crazed.
“Remove brain to think”
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Break and the Lost Art of Quiet, Times and Voices
Morning time before
sun and birds, drip coffee, toast.
Broken: fixed and sun.
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Two In One Over Two is a Fresh-Air Breath
My breath is full of
twigs and other things. Cough=null.But its bright with love.
And soft with low tones.Short breath now not for my lungs,
but for the breeze one.
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“I Am More Important Than You and What I Want Trumps What You Want Always and Forever” ALSO, You Sir, Are A Cock
“Nope. Go around. You
must move for me. All about
me. Life is mine. Me.”
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