earth shadow
a swinging voter
darkens the poll
July 2015
word by word
a new beginning
with each sound
rebel yell
Groucho dusts off
his manifesto
exposing
layer on layer
old sea levels
first quarter
moons bud-swelling
her blouse
dead-end street
autumn and winter
face to face
silver-tongued dawn
a hatchling opens its eyes
to the world's edge
screw loose sir?
a hooker's invitation
into madness
baby babble . . .
neon words crawl across
an urban sprawl
what is this
that seeps through the gaps
in the chant?
frost after noon
the scent of otherness
closes around
her sari
coiling the wormhole
of our origin
a haiku yet
after successive
resoundings
climate change
a butterfly
somewhere
a bell tolls
in sympathy
with its age
more than one
nail holes hammered through
tree shadows
the silence:
school bells tolling
early death
so few words
how much of all this
can they take?
all the trees
tucking elegies
into dark wings
losing flavour
all the salt licked
from my wounds
slug slime
the daily examen
of my path
drone whine:
is this too
a song?
writing
into a winter night
headless chickens
ordinary time:
I bite into the death
that sustains me
her slip ...
the susurrus
of her lips
summer dreams:
all that remains
not yet grey
that above!
is that the limit
of dreams?
with a start
the first haiku
of the month
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