Bloody Japanese
Circumspection. Bugger that.
Verbosity rules.
Golden moments spill
onto the page. Basho is
spanking the monkey.
I hate redrafting.
Opening a poem like
a wound and prodding.
Poppies billow; each
petal loosely grasps till they
sigh and drift to earth
Chives
Purple bonnets nod
with the breeze until they bow
and finally snap
Oh, why can’t I write
a decent fucking haiku.
It can’t be that hard.
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