14 October 2021
Epic in haiku.
Ganesha’s trunk a bent twig.
It’s commutative.
No image in words.
I read blind, just seeing print.
Buddha’s lichen ear.
Lilith loves to think
Of pheasants dead by her bite.
Ginger’s their refuge.
Take refuge in words.
Like duck blinds intended to
Protect the hunter.
Hunter protected
From prey, like an abuser
Behind pink curtains.
Wayne Shorter cd
Shorter than I’d hoped; it ends
Before weed whacker.
Hancock says music
Is math; Basho counted, too.
I do hate constraints.
Around the loop from
Saijo’s place, I too watch clouds,
Bent hapu`u ferns.
Why words? he asks me.
Because I didn’t see then--
Thought meaning was sound.
Herd immunity:
Genocide’s fancy shield for
Those who got their shots.
How to break a block
But by counting syllables
In anarchist wind.
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