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No hokku for the Modern Man
Contributed by
skyhawk432
on
Saturday, 14th June 2008 @ 04:20:39 AM in AEST
Topic:
dedicatedpoems
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I've walked the routes of Bashō, enough to know I do not loathe the miscanthus on my tree-- even if the tree is just bananas in a fridge full of mold.
No horses condemn my sight to prisons of snowed in doors, or men on the moon become homeless while pollutants cloud the uneven nights.
I never heard water after a frog missed its pad; not under the sound of chainsaws that barber the earth's hair.
But, I have walked though sweet-fields of sugars, drank no Ariso seas but Sprite, and passed through the years with a bigger shade of belly; though no sandals on my feet.
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