Friday, August 15, 2008
A random collection of haiku found in a notebook left at the bottom of a government time machine
metallic beetles
pinned in perfect rows, encased
in glass and old teak
Cancerous growths and
dead things kept in a Cuban
mahogany box
on the lunar soil
a cosmonaut is bleeding
while a beacon blinks
Her Lexus and her
were buried in a peat bog
for one thousand years
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