Monday, June 26, 2023

Frank Lima


 

Haiku

I

The lights are out

The cats are hungry

The room is full of gangsters

II

The dishes are dirty

The icebox is empty

I dream of celery and a compass

III

The roof is upstairs

The window next door

A guitar in the shower

IV

The hours disappear in my room

Where is my blue pistol

The door-god is knocking.

 

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