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My stories

Cherry

these robot blues

programmed... educated... raise your hand pounds of corn the grand battle of Concord the cantos of Pound the jargon of Kant the hounding of want... scared... ensnared...
Cherry

at the "salon"

no greek aphorisms powdered whigs, Prufrockian cracked crab claws, corsets, poets, exalted aristocrats, or jurassic scientists demonstrating the new views from the amazing telescope

the roses of Fall

the harvest old hand of the reaper's scythe slides like a glacier round the clock of 21st century life... tolling its cheated hours throughout the labyrinthian hospital

art gallery haiku set

palms on an island inhabitated only by small painted people a dusky artist painted my cup of Java tropical realism a dutchman painted a tranquill, thorny desert
Cherry

wall street haiku set

youthful idealists at the dark labyrinth gates; hopeful days indeed purple thorns blossom by the serene rail-road tracks: vagabond roses flaming cigarette softens my mental daggers

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