a few haiku

Tag: writing

 

I unfold the napkin and banish the shadows  

how many more seconds will I have nothing to say

 

did I post this already?  

too many pages  

not enough memory  

 

 

One liners

one paper crane on top of a larger one the body’s thresholds

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for no reason a song spills out of me as I recycle this cold grey morning

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walking between autobiography and nonsense I stop on my walk to murder the sunset

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gulping my drink like a man just found in the desert why can’t I be more like George Clooney

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trying to join the great the conversation I take a breath someone beats me to it again