20.11.04

HAIKU 10




crushing staccato
insists a dark reflection
borrowed tomorrow


tower of babel
key pins erode under base
dust never settles


chestnut hair bundled
sound of being deftly shorn
between scissor blades


life's short years peeled off
to be dropped away into
the burgeoning dusk


these echoes are gone
despite their endless fading
behind a dimmed eye


the attack is manned
and a shadow arises
unnoticed behind


watch your throat now then
quickening creepervines might
return us to them


bone vibrating song
of the halving excision
from a twin removed


airbrushed a divide
in delicate cumulus
with infanticide


the lost tribe running
without friends left to
reason a way home again




2 comments:

shoes said...

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thorngrubber said...

thanx. I'll stop by sometime.