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Haiku #27
The stream flows past and
It wasn’t half an hour since
I looked last. Pinch me.
Haiku #26
The routers that lined
The Hashtags that soared over
Our meeting of minds
Haiku #25
Crossed knives, pool of blood
Enter the darkness lightly
Upon what remained
Haiku #24
Paper, pens, rubber
Where am I really?
I put pen to pad
Haiku #23
Squelch, amplitude, tune
Nothing on the frequency
of my room. Tune out.
Haiku #22
Waste, comes before the
infidelity before
the regret it all
Haiku #21
Qwertyuiop
Shim sham shally bin bam hof
Essence of Ginseng
Haiku #20
Hannibal’s face mask
That concealed his concealer
A vain blackhead storm
Haiku #19
The Smiths wrote good songs
They played a mean fiddle too
I don’t know what else
