Torment saint haiku set
By seannelson
Tue, 31 Mar 2015
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The warm graveyard wind
blows in the bedroom window
like Hermes' sweet breath
in the back garden,
purple lilacs bloom in throngs
over sleeping rock work
outside, the road screams
the cheap lust of men in trucks,
casting their nets wide
inside, the torment saint
reads, prays, and sins: filling days
lost love left empty
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