Pure like Diamonds (a
series of haiku)
Pure like diamonds
melted, the building
pressure before
Explosion. And gooey
stick of dripping
sugar cane candy
lips, tongue, eyes,
teeth along a lipped ridge:
a human skull
Hollow sockets. Prostrate.
Skin peeling northeast
unto allah.
Stars, grains of sand
and promises old
as abraham.
Homo Scribulus
The chimp at the typewriter dreams
just like anyone else.
His attention wanders
then comes back to himself.
The day will come when he writes another Hamlet.
But not today,
today there are too many fleas in his fur
not enough cream in his coffee, and
he’s almost out of cigarettes.
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