Monday, December 12, 2011

poems || Jeff Harrison

Haiku III


The Virginia poems
Feared spring squeals but snow wastes snow
Cupid's prospects work


The minaret falls
Mr. Hole's stones fairly wake
Bottles hate short dogs


Pelicans wake to
Theories of the living dead
broken, born to lose


Pianos shoot spring
Still elegant, ice feasts break
Wait on bended knee


Smoke perhaps moves fire
Walking delicate, love turns
Eyes squeal when smoke plays


These judges hunt hell
squealing eyes of the setting sun
spy classic felons


Foolish matches lurk
Hell kisses incompetence
Liquid, false beasts sing


Blancmanges again
The orange cats whirl the mice
Verse jumps and verse squeals

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