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No hokku for the Modern Man
Contributed by
skyhawk432
on
Saturday, 14th June 2008 @ 04:20:39 AM in AEST
Topic:
dedicatedpoems
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I've walked the routes of Bashō,
enough to know I do not loathe
the miscanthus on my tree--
even if the tree is just bananas
in a fridge full of mold.
No horses condemn my sight
to prisons of snowed in doors,
or men on the moon become
homeless while pollutants
cloud the uneven nights.
I never heard water after
a frog missed its pad;
not under the sound of chainsaws
that barber the earth's hair.
But, I have walked though
sweet-fields of sugars,
drank no Ariso seas but Sprite,
and passed through the years
with a bigger shade of belly;
though no sandals on my feet.
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skyhawk432
... [
2008-06-14 04:20:39] (Date/Time posted on
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