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porcupine
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Posted - May 03 2009 : 1:49:43 PM
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the growing vine I grow on, hands hanging like they do haiku eyes wild on the prize mu which is no better than the rest of it, Dew she who makes wonders with oatmeal a vegetarian sad in the old days where goats fill patents for princes meditation habits or haiku the mind roams and marries itself in crystalline closed eye visions (to which we write acid tinged haikus) science lent to the gnome of non existence a tree the face in the wall, with the koan, with the congrats Caper, your happy trails and bare foot goat teeth ramblings keeping the fires hot, soma train stopping thought stopping time stopping to say, "I'm in no rush" haiku as the man passes by, I'm not drunk, hey this can be a poem the toxic metals in my body are magnets for chicks but no blue bird ever sang "the real me" by crazy girl sometimes I am nothing, and then coems the truth that faith skirts jesus and maria, isis and daffodils cybele and attis by golly I think even Margaret Thatcher's got the haiku now! in all those tall grasses and blossoming bay leaves I stand for a while, say "yonato" amd leave the armegeddon continues like snail grooves, sun stretching a new may truest love blown away by blinking blown away, to where I don't care what shall I do? learn french and speak glyphies for a pasttime? I'd rather be an invalid today's revolutionary girl scouts gather round an old man his are bloodshot eyes haiku haiku haiku I hopped on when I realized the itch on my face was a cricket and the rest is good future haiku Raichu all hail this pregnant boredom and the earthwho birthed arthur lee who said "life is just a game do you like the part you're playing?" stupid genius |
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