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hermit haiku set, vers. 2

By seannelson on Mon, 13 Apr 2015

Dedicated to Ganesh The bed is silken, wide and cold; Life's libretto moth-eaten and old yet I clasp clawed hands in passionate prayer as if I were...
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hermit haiku set

By seannelson on Fri, 10 Apr 2015

The bed is silken, wide and cold, the libretto moth-eaten and old and yet I claps hands in penitent prayer as if I were Atlas Ra's rays light my...
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Beat Symphony

By seannelson on Fri, 10 Apr 2015

Varnished violins hang in muted melodic scream from the gnarled tendrils of each of the verdant old oaks that line and dwarf the ghostly side-walks...
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the beat parade

By seannelson on Sun, 05 Apr 2015

Blissfully out of the know, wearing our beatnik glow (Ginsberg and Corso in tow,) we waltz our Shivaaic tango down Queen Anne Ave... purple lilacs...
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by the hand of Shiva

By seannelson on Thu, 02 Apr 2015

Today's world was by Shiva wrought, and the old ways fast forgot... it's flashing lights and fly by night, the continents naked in each other's sight...
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