Note: These “haiku” originally appeared on my twitter account. Twitter limits each line of the “haiku” to 25 characters. That was my only restriction. I do not count syllables for these poems.

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a steel moon borrowing
the soul’s red shoes:
a wind humming in the trees

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soft wind rippling
the water– a shadow
startling the fish

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ducking into the brush
a cacophony of cicadas 
replaces a circus of cars

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roots and a dirt path
fighting for space
cicadas singing

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thick brush
—a weeping
& a stone

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the black butterfly
asks the sapling questions
a lull in the wind

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where water meets stone
I shake hands with the
tennessee river, cold, cold

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god thinking of himself as a lung
scurrying into man’s nightfall,
a gleam of eaten sleep

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the moon pressed
my temple and
i was nude.

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doubt and water-
the fly drowning itself
inside a mirror

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dragonfly caught
in the wind-
no progress, only light

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an ampersand rain:
and she whispers 
like she smiles

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quick rain filling the
sidewalk’s cracks-
the startled bird waits

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a garden-lent name 
given to the dark room to breathe
so you too can breathe it in

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stones,
the envy of silence:
whispers exploring the rain

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caterpillars falling from
the tree into the stream
a gentle current sweeping

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echo?
or is this
grief

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a single drop of you falling
into an ocean of whispers
we are the sum of our small injuries

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heaven’s stomach enveloped 
in a sea of pink smoke–
the moth, patiently

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hands melted into a pool 
of honey//trees whispering 
secrets to the stars

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the clouds weeping tears of glass
the burden of impact 
–a kiss in the rain

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attenuated term 
drained creature 
discretion song

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virtues left suspiciously
a great inquest of joints 
and the secrets of movements

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I carry around blocks of
your sidewalk as a
testament to [my] longing

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caterpillars falling from
the tree into the stream
a gentle current sweeping

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the birds singing
good morning to each other
two cars nearly collide

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A honeybee kisses
A yellow trumpet, 
Leaves rattling down the path

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the evening sky
a reflection obscured
by heaven

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the wind sighing
into the trees
smiling leaves

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in heaven a paper chimera 
will have a paper heart::
a river will kiss the sea

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rope sings a lullaby
to exhaustion’s blue sky:
giving is its own reward

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Excited today for my copy of the Sons of El Topo Omnibus to come in the mail. I’m not typically a comic book reader, but this series has been amazing to read as it came out, and I’m excited to have it all in one volume. Later this month my preorders of Jodorowsky’s latest two books will be coming in as well: La voz del Maestro (Spanish only at this point) and The Way of Imagination: From Psychomagic to Psychotrance. I’m sure I’ll have too much to say about both when they come in and I get the chance to dive into them.