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NauseaThe glint that pearls atThe tip of each drop flashesChalk across slate blue.*Or scissors. sharpenedTo sever the dotted line.Divide each star chart.*Or without warmth, fire.Its acrid smoke. hives of wasps,Bowls the palms of trees.*These filaments weaveAs if interconnecting.Then unravel time.[Disposable Haiku April 20, 2013]Dr. Mike
Nausea
ReplyDeleteThe glint that pearls at
The tip of each drop flashes
Chalk across slate blue.
*
Or scissors. sharpened
To sever the dotted line.
Divide each star chart.
*
Or without warmth, fire.
Its acrid smoke. hives of wasps,
Bowls the palms of trees.
*
These filaments weave
As if interconnecting.
Then unravel time.
[Disposable Haiku April 20, 2013]
Dr. Mike