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Thursday, March 18, 2010

here n there

haiku here and there
like corpses in my valley
yet so many poets

toilet haiku

Sitting on commode
i listen to the man next;
silence but the smell!

Yellow shoes she bought
as she knows my aim is weak
now no one sees it

toilet paper rolls
as i count the syllables
for toilet haiku

A pair of chopstick
is all i have to pick up
my last hundred won

the air is foreign
so i remember Kaiku
as home got nothing

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Oi Oi

She writes her paper
saying 'Oi Oi' like a boy
and I am in joy

her haiku

Slowly the snow falls
spreading its carpet of white
there she cuts her hand

Korean Streets

the streets have no name
in Korea so i can't
use them in poetry