my ouija board lies like a rug
the tao te ching is a fantasy and my future is as complicated as a box of jujubes. every time i think i have found my favorite flavor i change my mind. the complexity of life lies in its simplicity. if the present moment is too stressful just flow into the next. i tell you all the teachings of buddha are easier to understand than a box of candy that is not good for you but matches your desire as you watch ‘apocalypse now’ for the hundredth time.
my death poem
i read it
e v e r s o s l o w l y
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#Haiku Happenings #6: Michael Rehling’s #haibun #158!