Sunday, April 17

Collected Haiku #12

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black cat crosses path
what type of luck is it if
I scratch behind ears

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passion, release me
your collar around my neck
so weary of this walk

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interstellar gas
such an unfortunate phrase
for magnificence

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hermit on mountain
"perfection: skin must exude
a robe please, I'm nude"

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as I scrub the sink
look myself in the mirror
clean water humbles

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every haiku feels
like an ending, oh, what's this
here's another one

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if you had a sign
on your forehead, what would it
read? who would read it?

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dreams, please accept my
token of thanks for guiding
me on path of sleep

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deja vu happens
is a prophecy that says
deja vu happens

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