…that was a haiku.

five / seven / five … three-sixty-five.

02.19.12

Posted by Dixon Galvez-Searle in Haiku February 19, 2012

These crumpled receipts
take up space in my office.
I crave deductions.

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02.18.12

Posted by Dixon Galvez-Searle in Haiku February 18, 2012

Mountains of jargon
look beautiful from afar.
Up close, the fog clouds.

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02.17.12

Posted by Dixon Galvez-Searle in Haiku February 17, 2012

After the vaccine,
a warm rush of mute illness
sped through my body.

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02.16.12

Posted by Dixon Galvez-Searle in Haiku February 16, 2012

Can super glue hold
broken pieces of plastic
together for long?

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02.15.12

Posted by Dixon Galvez-Searle in Haiku February 15, 2012

Old highlanders drink
hot tea and grain alcohol,
sweetened with sugar.

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02.14.12

Posted by Dixon Galvez-Searle in Haiku February 14, 2012

A gesture of love
seems to me, today, to be
a lovely gesture

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02.13.12

Posted by Dixon Galvez-Searle in Haiku February 13, 2012

My simple cell phone
simply makes telephone calls.
It saves me money.

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02.12.12

Posted by Dixon Galvez-Searle in Haiku February 12, 2012

Who is this Lin kid?
Asian and educated,
yet prone to dunking…

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02.11.12

Posted by Dixon Galvez-Searle in Haiku February 11, 2012

Brand new light fixtures
hug the ceiling, outshining
their tacky cousins.

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02.10.12

Posted by Dixon Galvez-Searle in Haiku February 10, 2012

Slippery sideways
icicles grow on concrete.
Careful! Watch your step.

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