haiku with a view

Undesirable
World view marred by homeless truth:
Close your eyes and lie.

Statistic snakes back.
Don’t poverty bite the brakes
And puncture the bags?

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Notes in the Margin

Space is a strange gift~

The words so carefully wrapped

Can be thrown away.

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A familiar place

Some dream street littered with words

Waiting to be found~

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Where we kiss and touch

Ink dries and words turn to dust

  A forgotten smudge~

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The end of the line

Is where we begin to write

Notes in the margin.

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Space is a strange gift~

The words so carefully wrapped

Can be thrown away.

clay pot haiku

hard and fired up

fingerprints pressed all over

my little clay pot

lust

lust is a donut

hot, fresh and dipped in sugar

do not lick your lips!