1
the rain falls sadly
as i wait for the last bus.
i cried rain that night.
2
kahlil gibran wrote.
i laughed my heart with the rain
the rain is kahlil
3
aspirin kisses
cigarette-angels teases;
friday night's home-jail.
4
my dog has gone mad:
she made friends with our orchid.
i said: Hi, TV!
5
a haiku i made;
pen and paper in coitus -
welcome my vampires!
6
the athame drawn
invoking the power sprites.
ancient water-I.
7
philosophical.
queery anatomical.
platonic my arse.
8
vanity fairy
with your fair and golden locks.
lend me your mirror.
9
a wound and a stitch
in my heart with your picture;
a lonely teardrop.
10
rain falling angry
on nanay's bold mango leaves
scraping green paint,
11
i planted a poem
on a saint's lonely ashes.
lo, M & M's fruits!
12
checkered silver dusts,
ribboned tissues on canvass.
picasso alive.
13
the divorce of ice
and water is in headlines;
a third party tear.
14
bandana-ed tadpoles
homosexual coconuts.
god is creative!
15
the rain falls sadly
as i wait for the last bus.
i cried rain that night.
kahlil gibran wrote.
i laughed my heart with the rain
the rain is kahlil
aspirin kisses
cigarette-angels teases;
friday night's home-jail.
my dog has gone mad:
she made friends with our orchid.
i said: Hi, TV!
a haiku i made;
pen and paper in coitus -
welcome my vampires!
the athame drawn
invoking the power sprites.
ancient water-I.
philosophical.
queery anatomical.
platonic my arse.
vanity fairy
with your fair and golden locks.
lend me your mirror.
a wound and a stitch
in my heart with your picture;
a lonely teardrop.
rain falling angry
on nanay's bold mango leaves
scraping green paint,
i planted a poem
on a saint's lonely ashes.
lo, M & M's fruits!
checkered silver dusts,
ribboned tissues on canvass.
picasso alive.
the divorce of ice
and water is in headlines;
a third party tear.
bandana-ed tadpoles
homosexual coconuts.
god is creative!
A fish out of air
Is a poet out of lines
Fishing for stanzas.
16
Haiku symphony.
Breathing in and breathing out.
The music of poems.
17
My alarm clock stopped –
A momentary snapshot,
A portrait of I.
18
Right in front of me
A master poet writing.
I see only light.
19
Star in my apple,
Visions in a lucid dream.
You, right before me.
20
Espresso counting;
Hours, minutes turn to demons
Caffeine dreams of sleep.
21
Someday when I’m dead
Cold and rotting bag of worms,
A child will quote me.
22
My poetic style
Is the inch from my penis
And my kidney stones.
23
Sleepless yet drowsy.
Z’s parading neon-nude
Forming regrets now.
24
Dreaming thorns and ash,
Burning incense in the dark –
Praying for Bacchus.
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