m.p.a. flying powder haiku set

By seannelson

Fri, 30 Aug 2013

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Battling the thick rust

of ego, the discussion

creaks out akward I's

distorted blue-eyes

gaze back from the lined-mirror

as we snort white fire

war drums hang on the

sky-blue wall, beating strange time

in leper's quiet

we burn black incense

for Ganesha: richly robed

in white Christmas lights

the books on the shelf

shimmy and shake to the "beat"

of "fear city" jazz

though the moon hangs young,

we light our farewell smokes, each

off to frenzied art