Friday, March 13, 2009

Haiku (Inspired by The Names by Don Delillo)

I count my fingers
after I shake hands with him.
Stolen heart; what's next?


Herding grains of sand;
a fool tries to sweep a desert.
Leave nature alone.


Domestic forms of
assault; the agreed upon
reductions. Marriage.


You gave me a frame
glass free, backless, vacant and
doomed to hang condemned.


Curved metal and wood
the language of destruction
violates the ear.

Stockings. Whisper it!
The word is meant to be freed
between tongue and teeth.

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