shredding old bank statements
I still know
where the money went
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dog licks my feet
with fervor;
they're his drug of choice
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a loud whine
wakes everyone on the block;
sound of alternator dying
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last night's glass of wine
left by the open window;
pollen floats on top
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There are millions of stories in the naked city. This is one of them. It is basic philosophy that every haiku deserves a reaction. Kind of like a good vaccine. More in my series of Revenge Haiku:
ReplyDeleteshredding old guitar licks
we still wonder
where the yellow went
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frog slurps a fly
with fervor;
they're his bug of choice
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my lower back cracks
another alternative
lifestyle bites the dust
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errant baseball floats
painfully in my beer mug:
the broken window