[November]
“no
haiku november”
no
amount of ornate word
description
gets
the beauty of this world
no
avail sandals straw hat
thirty-six
asks
for air conditioning
no
cigar for bright sparks who
net-zero
reject
- future all fire
no
experience needed
reflection
the
whole being listening
no
fun my babe hang around
spotify
feeling
the same old way freaked
no
hard feelings with flowers
freesias
roses
grevilleas bloom
no
idea what’s next but can guess
predictions
less
substantive than feelings
no
joke how so many old
skyscrapers
and
new hold up together
no
junk mail blocks the airy
letterbox
curio
of email time
no
name brand ignores human
ambition
curving
leafing through landscapes
no
qualms no frills now quaffing
burgundy
no
regrets no faults no fear
no
respite from no limits
news-cycles
decamerons
in real time
no
smoking vaping or e
cigarettes
where
the public goes slow burn
no
standing anytime down
boulevards
of
ceaseless late afternoon
no
theatre no time zones
no
u turn
no
vacancies no vacuum
no
worries see you in yes
november
as
they say in the classics
no
yes no yes no yes how
synapses
pass
the seconds of yes day
