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Global Haiku • Millikin University • Fall 2014


the sushi crumbles
as I poke it
with a fork

my date with the clay
just begins


my shoulders rise
to my ears
along with the stress



She laughs
Not for humor
But the sake
Of not crying

twirled around my fork
a hair of the angel
dangles over the thick sauce


no food provided
on the weekends
cereal it is



zebra umbrella
shelter from
a wild storm

light a cig in midnight wind
and existential mania


sleeping bags
plentiful amount of tents
stars twinkling



thin dorm walls
midnight on a thursday
I hear singing

in the midst
of monochrome
she radiates color


so much to say
opening mouth
. . . silence



red couch
New York City
there for you




© 2014, Randy Brooks • Millikin University
All rights returned to authors upon publication.