1
Hands strangle cereal
Cold white blood trickles down chin
Morning ghost breakfast
2
Atomic bombs kill
Dissonant music albums
Carbon shadows gripe
3
Bodies are trouble
Bad stories, stretched out, waiting
Bus stops, no buses
4
Japanese painter
Organs hanging on streaked wall
Colors turn silent
5
Mind retreats to bed
Armies attack in red lines
The night sues for peace
tin hats 
All great, Duke. Especially that last one.
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You handle this prose form with such ease … or at least it seems so. My favorite is the morning ghost breakfast.
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# 3 resonated with me: busses eventually hit some bumpy terrain, dings the chassis, loosens some gaskets, veer off onto unscheduled route, could be trouble. Hands firm on wheel, repair shop 2 clicks…
more Haikus please Duke!
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