Yama spits out the bones of every corpse he’s ever ground
between his molars of destiny
his subliminal indifference
Tag Archives: nature
Rainy Day Haikus #14-22
The constantly humming refrigerator
Knows no future
Birdsong is heart breaking
Haiku #15 White Dragon
That white noise in the ears….
Highland Dawn
Highland Dawn:
Pulsing wingbeat of spiralling sound.
Haiku #9 Silence
. . Silence is golden Or so We are told! . . EL SILENCIO El silencio es oro O ¡Como nos dijeron!
Haiku #7 Marching Mushrooms
Mushrooms march ‘cross vistas of subterranean consciousness Embodying dreams of silent, flowering conquest With soft flesh of fecund purpose. #7 10/29/21
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