alien scifaiku poetry brick
It was their eyes
brick
photic
decrepitude
beckoning
pseudopods
true dawn…
then the Enola Gay
yellow irises
les fleurs du mal
60 years minus 4 days, and counting
“Vader Contact Lenses”
“Vader Contact Lenses”
C'est l'Ennui!Âl'oeil chargé d'un pleur involontaire,
Il rêve d'échafauds en fumant son houka.
Tu le connais, lecteur, ce monstre délicat,
—Hypocrite lecteur,—mon semblable,—mon frère!
It's Boredom!— his eye brimming with spontaneous tear
He dreams of the gallows in the haze of his hookah.
You know him, reader, this delicate monster,
Hypocritical reader, my likeness, my brother!
Published in Triptych Haiku Volume 1 number 2
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