Fraiku 18, Verbatim
Tonight is a slightly different Haiku. A friend and I, once at a coffee shop, created more of a free-verse haiku. The method: he writes one syllable, I write two, he three, me four, and so on until deemed done. He has stepped back home from Alaska, and we once more have done it, four of us in fact…
Touch
sour lips
if blood drips
use tourniquet
to quench the flow of
consciousness beneath a
a boarded plank bridge which shifts
swaying in the November wind
on this night, the last child of the month
why is it that the cheese continues on?
My bull-dog named Zed rode a pinkish skate-board
fire water spiked with sugar, chase with hip hop.