Monday, September 19, 2011

one-lined haiku [monostichs]



to evening, i. worship, prayers being . quietly uttered snores.
i, wayfarer . lost in the folds . of nights' black gown.
my nakedness clothed . in chic night. . the beginnings of fall.
in the cathedral of . night singing dark 'hallelujahs' . accompanied by rain.
...evenings' campfire . silence relays tales; . 1000 yr. old happenings.
old priests' hands . bone-like, smoothing the . wrinkles of life.
the old woman . knee-highs frayed, . remembering yesterdays.
yung sistah, summer addict . on her back, $50 . experiencin love.
old weathervanes, prophets... . seers speaking/seeing these . confused seasons.
living in the white . powder of life, snorted up . the greedy nostrils of time.
took leave of this moment. lost in your eyes.





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