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Why I Still Don’t Belong Here # 2On the other sideOf me is me trying notTo be me or you.Disposable Haiku September 11, 2012]Dr. Mike
OrThe quarry at night,Like all things, dissolves in flightWorship and weapons.Autumnal woodlands,Matchsticks of iced fire and air,Singe, flinch, and whistle.Solid flow transformsSteel to mercury, and back, Honing hooves to wings.The alternative,The wild, proves insubstantialAs rivers of rock.[Disposable Haiku September 12, 2012]Dr. Mike
Why I Still Don’t Belong Here # 2
ReplyDeleteOn the other side
Of me is me trying not
To be me or you.
Disposable Haiku September 11, 2012]
Dr. Mike
Or
ReplyDeleteThe quarry at night,
Like all things, dissolves in flight
Worship and weapons.
Autumnal woodlands,
Matchsticks of iced fire and air,
Singe, flinch, and whistle.
Solid flow transforms
Steel to mercury, and back,
Honing hooves to wings.
The alternative,
The wild, proves insubstantial
As rivers of rock.
[Disposable Haiku September 12, 2012]
Dr. Mike