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[Nov. 29th, 2004|08:30 pm]
Brock
bic pen,
rests peacefully
on a wooden desk.

lights out,
window open I pass
my smokey breath.

Glowing glass
machine hum, I sit on
a leather chair.

car exhaust
black beneath the fender
splashing water.


not really a haiku.
ships with tire sails
and buccaneers in suits and ties
thieving time on sea lanes
of black rock and glass.
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