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vircapio gale Oct 2012
apocalypse heat
i flee from black streets
my wife bathing still












.
piercingly cold
stepping on my dead wife's comb
in the bedroom

Buson (1706-83) composed this while his wife was alive. Hi wife Tomo outlived him by 31 years. Another translation of his 'fictional' haiku:

the piercing cold —
in our bedroom stepping
on my dead wife’s comb
vircapio gale Oct 2012
many dimensions
are loved --
words in a world wind







~
a direct response to Christos Rigakos
vircapio gale Oct 2012
apotheosis--
not so pretty naked
in the winter
vircapio gale Oct 2012
post lobotomy,
my friend's blank stare
freezes me
vircapio gale Oct 2012
wheelchair all day --
electro-shock treatment
stopped his lewd advances
vircapio gale Oct 2012
in a bedsheet
they carried me screaming--
brute force 911
vircapio gale Oct 2012
"polite for a yankee"

making stop sign bullet holes

we start the massive pump churning into irrigated watermelon rows

headlight round a shadow bend in nightline tree bulk

sleep with empty cans beside the ashtray couch on matted ****
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