The Art of Haiku
| A HAIKU POEM FROM EVERYTHING HOLY |
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UNITS Darkness falls quickly When you live in the city Smelt purple stormclouds The phone rang It's wet again here I don't think you should come yet Maybe later on He hung up On the wind I heard A sound like an accident The smash of wet mouths I made tea The chair was made from A lovely mahogany Under the window I looked out In dark space a light In my neighbour's dining room He sat all alone I looked in He couldn't see me I was hidden in the night His hand to his face Picked his nose I was mesmerized Lightning struck the antennae We studied his snot Sipped the tea Elegant fingers Thunder landed on the street Got every last bit He ate some That night in my bed I dreamed of probing fingers In tight sticky holes Woke up late Out on the footpath I bumped into my neighbour With his handsome eyes And tall legs How about dinner Sometime he asked with a smile And tilted his head I looked up At the winter sky And at two flaring nostrils Drawing me inside I eat out I said and ran laughing all the way down the street |
| MTC CRONIN |