Twenty Five Haiku

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A hundred red fire ants scouring, scouring the white peony

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Fallen plum blossoms return to the branch, you sleep, then
harden again

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Cuttlefish in my palm stiffens with rigor mortis, boy toys can't
love
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Neighbor's barn: grass mat, crickets, Blue Boy, trowel handle,
dress soaked in mud

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Iron-headed mace; double-studded halberd slice into emptiness

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O fierce Oghuz, tie me to two wild elephants, tear me in half

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O my swarthy herder, two-humped bactrian, drive me the long
distance

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Forceps, tongs, bushi, whip, flanks, scabbard, stirrup, goads,
distaff, wither, awl
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Black-eyed Susans, Queen Anne's lace, bounty of cyclamen,
mown paths erupt
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Gaze at the charred hills, the woebegone kiosks, we are all
God's hussies
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I have not fondled the emperor's lapdog, whose name is Black
Muzzle
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Urge your horses into the mist-swilled Galilee, O sweet
Bedlamite

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Her Majesty's randying up the jewel stairs to find the pleasure
dome

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Ancient pond; the frog jumps in and in and in: the deep slap of
water

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The frog jumps into the ancient pond; she says, no, I am not
ready

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Coyote cooked his dead wife's vagina and fed it to his new wife

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I plucked out three white pubic hairs and they turned into
flying monkeys

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Let's do it on the antimacassar, on the antimacassar

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Little Red drew her teeny pistol from her basket and said "eat
me"

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Chimera: Madame Pol Pot grafting a date tree onto a date tree

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His unworthy appendage, his mutinous henchman grazed my
pink cheeks

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He on top now changes to bottom, Goddess welcomes her
devotee

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Fish fish fowl fowl, mock me Mistress Bean Curd, I am both
duck and essence

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Don't touch him, bitch, we're engaged; and besides, he's
wearing my nipple ring
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Sing sing little yellow blight rage rage against the dying of the
light