Aporos Haiku

Packing Peanuts

aporoshaiku — Fri, 02 Dec 2011 08:42:22 +0000

Ah, these wonton crisps
A secondhand retelling
Of a wonton crisp

for P.J.K.

aporoshaiku — Sun, 25 Sep 2011 21:30:20 +0000

the best thing about
the definite article
is that it is the

aporoshaiku — Sun, 25 Sep 2011 10:49:37 +0000

never trust the bald
barber — he is a man who
has no empathy

aporoshaiku — Sun, 25 Sep 2011 10:49:06 +0000

the stench of horse dung
decomposing in the street
as the rain begins

aporoshaiku — Sun, 25 Sep 2011 10:48:42 +0000

a blizzard of limbs
in the tae-kwon-do dojo
behind foggy glass

aporoshaiku — Sun, 25 Sep 2011 10:48:23 +0000

how many people
have I seen so far that I’ll
never see again?

aporoshaiku — Sun, 25 Sep 2011 10:47:54 +0000

the autumn chestnuts
bombard me mercilessly
on a cloudless day

aporoshaiku — Sun, 25 Sep 2011 10:46:01 +0000

what mystery drives us
to percussion, delicate
anarchy of skin?

aporoshaiku — Mon, 18 Jul 2011 17:57:19 +0000

in the winter street
it is not ice, but ground glass
slowly I’m breaking

aporoshaiku — Mon, 18 Jul 2011 17:56:36 +0000

the night is still, young
but I cannot coax this sound
out of a woman