Tanka – Who’s the monster now?
Cool dappled hollow, river runs beside it, ancient water-monster, bathes in a spot of brightness frozen in fear of feet, I wipe the guts of her children off my soles, monster runs to her hole.
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Tanka. Juliet Rising.
Girl in black dress kissed girl in striped socks amaretto bravado under-pass passed-over them both disinterested in their amorous embraces
MoreTanka: Aberdeen, Wa.
neon horizon crosses burnt electric jet fueled eclectic, some strange incense coiled thin smoke round brains
MoreTanka: Give me real love not pretend.
By Harajuku eki she sat and wept, for all around her she was mirrored in an infinite procession both domestic and alien.
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