zen is the sound
of one pale mouth now screaming
I squeeze hot embers
beau brummel am I
kiss girls on the neck, pinch their butts
kicked in my privates
to break all their wills
break all their hearts with guile
now I must break wind
species oddest of words
coined long ago latinesque
rhymes with word for poop
armies of the night
no lights, no full moon they charge
fall into latrine
fly in wanton soup
ask waiter what’s he doing
looks like he’s swimming
Sweat pours from my brow
Hands clammy as the North Pole
My pants are aflame
bring rocks to the beach
terns poop ceaselessly on me
leave no tern unstoned
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Submission Name: Eight Samurai Haiku
