“Ghost Train”
I see reflections.
They haunt my every trip.
Stationed at odd ends.
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Haiku Humpdays: “Humid Frizzy Hair”
“Humid Frizzy Hair”
Humid, frizzy hair.
Puffy, and beyond compare.
It needs a cool breeze.
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Haiku Humpdays: “Papaya Punch”
“Papaya Punch”
When I was a kid,
others would fart in bottles.
And seal them back up.
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Haiku Humpdays: “The Heist”
“The Heist”
Buick century.
Moist knuckles, crack in the breeze.
Finger, banging art.
