Post with 1 note
i’ve been published in the most recent issue of the online haiku anthology haikujournal.org. look for tom stockman!
Post with 1 note
you know the legs are swinging back and forth
and the limbs are reaching for the sky
and there’s flowers growing on the tree
and the people, flowers in their eye
and we’re dependent on the atmosphere
through blood and dirt the teeth like white lightning
there ain’t no cure for a rainy day
they’re selling postcards; a man’s there dying
and I don’t know if I’ll fall in love again
this history’s getting under my skin
sitting at home, wondering where are my friends?
I don’t know if I’ll even read this again
and the pressure he must’ve felt ‘round his neck
I think I’m going to be sick
if poet’s predictions
are true at all, I’ll live
for the world is hollow
and I have touched the sky
get up and go, I’m done
I promise this one is
full of sound and fury,
signifying nothing
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