| Spontaneous Western Haiku #773* |
| “ My head is a hair garden . Gray matter ? Fertilizer for the seeds . ” Footnote. * A self-actualized dumb blond ? |
| Spontaneous Western Haiku # 99* |
My heart grows cold and I fear it may fall without the warmth of your hand Footnote: * A postcard for Jackie |
"That salted lemon peel that she calls her tongue..." "It's not red. * "It's not green." Footnotes: * Yes, ok, I know what you're saying, "Oh no, not another incomprehensible poem of non-rhyme!" But how do you know that a close reading of this poem, taking into consideration word selection, juxtaposition, and contextual manipulation, would not yield a deeper * understanding of the human condition? * And if the above statement is accepted as rational, is it not also reasonable to assume that the above poem, "Spontaneous Western Haiku #254", with its combination of simplicity and multiple complexities, could itself indeed be considered a metaphor for life? |
Spontaneous Western Haiku # 254 |
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