a journey of awareness
GroundSoftly there. The deadBamboo shoots. Walking-sticks forBroken legs. Swords sheathed.Worms. And more worms. MouthsBurrowing through sealed coffins.Anything awake?Sampling, like hip-hop.Punks’ cut-ups. ContrapuntalBone on xylophone.Asking for it. Blight.Palsy. Purple splotches. DryHeaves. Shredded poems.One for burning. OneMulch. Brain-dead. Eyeless socketsTo punch both thumbs through.[Disposable Haiku April 1, 2013]Dr. Mike
Ground
ReplyDeleteSoftly there. The dead
Bamboo shoots. Walking-sticks for
Broken legs. Swords sheathed.
Worms. And more worms. Mouths
Burrowing through sealed coffins.
Anything awake?
Sampling, like hip-hop.
Punks’ cut-ups. Contrapuntal
Bone on xylophone.
Asking for it. Blight.
Palsy. Purple splotches. Dry
Heaves. Shredded poems.
One for burning. One
Mulch. Brain-dead. Eyeless sockets
To punch both thumbs through.
[Disposable Haiku April 1, 2013]
Dr. Mike