Saturday, November 29, 2008


birch curtains
The cold hood
brushes your ear

all the mountains
a large moss patch
dew drop

free crumbles of cheese
sour mash in my teeth
an old goat

the stone obelisk
one men run
in the labyrinth of solitude

softly raindrops fall
along a fence


Anonymous said...

none of these are haikus dumbass

paris said...

prove it poopy they r modern avant gardens

Anonymous said...

paris said...

that is the scariest thing i have ever seen