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maybe some you'll like, or some not. or some might be something you could apply to you.. or not. some i wrote for johnny weir (3 time US fig. skating champion; the one who 'bombed' in torino and suddenly everyone hates, haha) and they wound up in his birthday collection book, from fans all across the world; i put it to photos taken of him skating; each photo applied to the stanza; i can share that if anyone'd be interested to see.
I. (on sickness)
It is the purging
of lifeblood, but magnified:
hematemesis.
II. (jwe)
magic laced, he skims
pearl-smooth ice like an air-sylph,
his soul on his blades.
III. (motherhood)
a steadfast beacon
whether life be fogged, or clear,
is a mother's love.
IV. (tribute to unchained in 3 haiku's)
Beneath countless eyes,
secrets are scribed in spirals
for a crowd of one.
To watch is a breach:
it aches to the bone, to see
something so sacred...
...and i, a sentry,
as he breaks his heart on ice
for his love to heal.
V. (hatter)
her soul echoes mine –
a chain of ghosts & secrets
that binds the distance.
VI. (hatter)
a voice i’ve not heard,
yet it calls to me in dreams
in soul-tied whispers.
VII. (ana)
pound by pound, it's my
countdown to extinction; my
passive suicide.
VIII. (peacock/hatter)
friends are lost, severed
by blurring the lines between
ghost-dreams & real-time.
my void does not want.
-- 2.13.61.
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