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11 Syllable Vibration Haikus

Mark Fleury

The battleship’s

Breast, eclipsed

By the lips of God’s kiss,
Is also internal of Angel.

***

Corpse-clung like the roots of a tongue,
The halo multiplies in the eyes of a fly
In search of dung.

***

Wedding bands of soldiers
Dead are cross-centered in
The rainbows around the sprinklers
Their children run through.

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Expensive potions
Of emotions, secreted from
Their mother’s spines

Are behind the sevens
Of every rolled pair of dice

And the strung out kites

In the mouths of the lice
In the Devil’s hair.

***

The sky of the flags that gag

On scarred stars

Are breakfasted by Olympic torches.

***

My fingers,

Scorched, shake beehives

From my hands to cereal boxes
In the grocery aisle,

And stunned security guards
Get the tongues of their guns stung.

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All of the mercurial grains
Of sand on the Godhead’s beach
Are standing for Christ’s frothiest waves.

***

Ghosts of goats
Are traipsing down

The moonlit hills of the insides

Of your eyelids
That are being tickled
By dawn’s orange and red tide.

***

Without my glasses
I can see the stardust

In the crusts of holy bread loaves.

***

The golden pool
That’s a flying saucer

Without my human mask

Has wings of fish as the sun

Rises from the sea and shakes
The scales and salt from its ribbed gills

And hair made of dead ladders.

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The battery
In your throat

Has been charged

And the gourds
Have been cured
Of their cancerous warts.

That’s all black magick
Has done for me.

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