haiku (and not your usual 5-7-5)
Wednesday, May 15, 2019
Sometimes the abstract makes demands
just like almost every cat I've met, ever loved. Reminds me, too, of a new notebook as it awaits the first nouns, verbs, adverbs, prepositions and the traffic signals of grammar. Or the lack thereof. And what about the kitchen, you ask? Well those new black & white luncheon-size plates, of course.
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it is sorely hot
ReplyDeletethe girl from Singapore
holds her pipe
peeved at the onlookers
that carry all the keys
to all the buicks
she's pushing
pushing
the firmer ones
down
all the time
bringing in the ripeness
we wait for rain before
the movies