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 Jun 2010 Alex Diaz
Matsuo Bashō
Coolness of the melons
flecked with mud
    in the morning dew.
 Jun 2010 Alex Diaz
Matsuo Bashō
A monk sips morning tea,
it's quiet,
    the chrysanthemum's flowering.
 Jun 2010 Alex Diaz
Jara Jones
I would take
From you
All I could
Carry out the door

If what you had
Was worth carrying
Down three floors
A distilled vision
gliding through
the neo-cortex
loosely gripping
the pineal gland

Glazed eyes
a heavy lung
the resounding cough
echoes off the
filthy brick wall.

— The End —