Friday, April 10, 2015

Morning Haiku:1 5 A.M.

5 a.m.  and hot.
Far off lightning. World is wet,
night rains passed. Summer?

1 Haiku may be the perfect pre-caffeinated medium: brief, verbal-on-the cusp-of non-verbal, all excess tossed aside; frontal lobes still asleep, no over-thinking to obstruct the desired visceral essence.
Coffee coffee now.
Something pretty dawn, moon, spring...
Coffee gimme now. 

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