Tuesday, March 30, 2004

Some small poems

Interior
morning register
exaggerates daily danger


Stairs
renew windows
organise east balance


Therefore
to end
where existence enters


Knowledge's
internal conclusions
vibrates considered rain


Given
yesterday's regulations
the ash began


Collapse
of forms
an outside possibility


Abundance
equips fabric
this outside broken


Until
my night
taste equips hours


Letters
depending dust
too many problems


Morning
fixed in
newspaper more cold


Chronometer
drops ash.
Here's the rise!




Hey now, maybe they're like Eileen Tabios's hay(na)ku.


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