what does a fish thinkwhen it jumps from the oceanand sees all the stars
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the sound of freedomis 80 cubic inchesblasting through straight pipes
the smoke red sun roseand made its arc through the skylike nothing was wrong
milk and espressoso much better togetherthan both on their own
reading real haikuis like glimpsing a cougarcalmly watching you
the leaves have fallenpersimmons hang on bare limbsGod's own ornaments
open limit uptripin' breakers left and rightheaded for the moon
can't get no hookuptouch the gas light as I canwheels just spin and spin
checkmate marks the endto secret machinationsties up all loose ends
for a happy lifea positive platitudeis all that you need
how long would it takefor the grizzlies to come backif we were all gone
Voices in my headkeep me from being lonelyOh, the things they say!
he runs hot and coldhe may pull you in one daypush you out the next
fast cars get you infaster than they get you outof trouble I mean
the thin little moonand some likely accomplicesaturn or venus
Rain, rain go awayI'll see you some other daylike in October
they gave their damn spielsmug like there was no problemno consequences
An omen. Or not.An empty fortune cookieA fate still unkonwn.
a tricky bank shotsunbeam left eyeball socketnature sure called it
gaudy persimmonslike derelict ornamentson barren branches
in the wildernessyou may find the thing you seekor it may find you
the implicit threatthe tremor of its passingsteel and momentum
all of your art workswill never do anythingexcept change the world
what does it sound likewhen all the doves are cryingfinally we know
my rhymes are bedrockall those other suckers rhymesoft like simile