A Few Modern Haiku
every night
we ascend
to sleep
at three AM
I can hear
fish breathe
many headless
naked rubber flesh
second hand barbies
perfumed memories
trapped in the fishnet
of desire
full moon bright
distant howl
thinking of Ginsberg
jeans faded
along with
my youth
words tattooed
only the paper
knows its weight
wooden floor creeks
I can still smell her cigarette
Kavorkian
departed
un-assisted
saturday morning
lawnmower symphony
early dream cut
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