7haiku

streets burn with excess

zealots   emigrants    orphans

the hard cost of words

*

nocturnes surround her

invention and wonder her

obvious manner

*

I am the cheapest

whore among my kin unfit

to define a god

*

there is war in all

our poetry    bombers

in yonder blue sky

*

ankle deep in our

sea of days    fishermans’s wife

prepares her table

*

bundled from the gale 

God’s great wash absorbs marvel

its vigorous churn

*

I have no long term

strategy    if you did not

know that all by now

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