Dribbling from my mouth into the standpipe this sentence all I eviscerate.
The god that disappeared between massacres one of the four names he was known by in the south.
On the bulletproof vest ancient ideograms for target practice.
Rolling away the exsanguinated bodies a child carries a doll with an extra limb.
Next to the Victrola a wasps’ nest for sale sitting inside it I plan my own assassination.
Cutting spare keys for a blown-glass dungeon.
In the eye of a hurricane kick-the-can and a slip knot.
Drip-drying a body cast in the middle of a plaster war.
Black velvet never thought she was good enough to be amputated.
If no one deboned it shoving torture to the other end of the sofa.
a hard fall—
red leaves camouflaging
(See this post for an explanation of what’s going on here.)
“[T]his is probably one of the very oldest poetical techniques. It has been guessed that early spiritual knowledge was secretly preserved and passed along through riddles….
“One can ask: ‘what is still to be seen’
on all four sides
of the long gone shack
The answer is:
“Or another one would be:
waving from cacti
“…The more intriguing the ‘set-up’ and the bigger surprise the answer is, the better the haiku seems to work. … keep it true, keep it simple and keep it accurate and make it weird.
“Oh, the old masters favorite trick with riddles was the one of: is that a flower falling or is it a butterfly? … if you wish to experiment (the ku may or may not be a keeper) you can ask yourself the question: if I saw snow on a branch, what else could it be? Or seeing a butterfly going by you ask yourself what else besides a butterfly could that be?”
– Jane Reichhold, Haiku Techniques
chewing the stale crumbs
of my future
new leaves stained with
gouts of fresh blood