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haiku: 35

a semi-certain

sort of attitude only

results in question

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The Weather of the Brain

There was a light in the distance; an off-shade of ruby.

Before I could stop it, the blast shocked me.

And it was as if the child’s spirit in me was crying and screaming in the same moment.

However, I was filled with neither sorrow nor anger.

I was still standing there with a glow on my face.

Despite what took place at a crossroads that night.

You never thought to take a glimpse at that crystal ball.

But it flourished before Glenda could ever catch the clue.

You escaped Oz before it turned on you; before they had a chance to send you home.

No, I say, I’m staying right here.

I like the flying monkeys and the golden road that led me to fear and courage

All mixed into the same storm.

No fancy shoes for her.

No, I say, I’m staying right here.

Stuck in this sun-filled, blue-skied image.

The light, an off-shade of ruby, was the unknown beacon;

The unknown beacon to the most pleasant of daydreams.

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Choirs Smoking Cigars

You almost lit my cigar.

But you took your fire in other directions.

Not looking back, not even a glance.

But I smiled because I knew it was just a joke.

At least, in my mind, it was the greatest hilarity known to exist.

We can see right through your body of glass, friend.

So don’t try running; you just may shatter.

Try gleaming.

See how far that gets you this time.

Just beyond San Francisco, staring up at that Golden bridge.

You think the waters are cold now?

Wait until you make it to Honshu.

You’ll want to light my cigar.

Where did you take your fire to?

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Tanka: 7

I really could go

for a cigarette, some dro,

a coffee, some bud,

and a realization

that I am worth more than this.

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