But really I walked
around a flat track for 4
hours in blue jeans.
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Poetry by Wade Kwon
haiku for 9/13/19
But really I walked
around a flat track for 4
hours in blue jeans.
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haiku for 9/12/19
Ever vigilant,
they bark and yap at me: “Flee,
stranger among us!”
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haiku for 9/11/19
The real monster is
the doctor, or the monster,
or maybe it’s us.
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haiku for 9/10/19
haiku for 9/9/19
I once knew love and
recklessly chased it away.
It was sabotage.
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haiku for 9/8/19
Each verse should cut deep,
reveal flaws, scream truths and make
the poet squirmy.
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haiku for 9/7/19
Who needs artistry
when the market will copy
anything for bucks?
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haiku for 9/6/19
Do they really grow
turquoise jewelry and clay
pottery on farms?
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haiku for 9/5/19
That storefront contains
the Bermuda Triangle
of failed restaurants.
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haiku for 9/4/19
Poetry can be
found everywhere, in fleeting
murmurs, in soft coos.
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