Ashland Motel haiku set
By seannelson
Fri, 19 Dec 2014
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I came here shackled
but still in cashmere, leaving
my smashed big-screen, lamps
now, Abraham and
I smoke cigars by street-light
and the neon sign
by day, we watch a
world whirling with wild hubris:
madness never named
what they want in truth
is machine-souled men: precise,
mind-less, profitable
and in collective,
they get what they want: never
the same way again
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Not an expert of haiku, but I
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Not an expert of haiku, but I get the gist and this seems to be the gist.
Parson Thru
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