^&*

As I listen to
"My night with the prostitute"
my desire grows

happy liver

the thirty years old
boy drinks milk in his weekend;
his liver happy

ukulele

a Ukulele
daydreams of being in Beirut
somewhere in Thailand

---inspired by Beirut's music---

haiku tree

this night is a tree
and these haikus are its leaves
and i am autumn

my haiku

my name is akhu
i wear a pair of torn shoes
also i write haiku

JUne 23rd Haiku, 4.30 am

Sonnet or ballad
i don't care, life is too short.
i'm all for haiku

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its been days i have
not written haikus for you
my morning sparrows

blame the newspapers
that i read in the mornings
of this dead valley

 

 

 

bitch

here comes the grey bitch
looking around for my ass;
my indian ass

No Alcohol haiku

goodbye alcohol!
you just played me like a doll
all those days, nights, dawns