with short black hair
was staring at me
and I couldn't smile
or say hello
walking past a tattoo parlor,
a man was draped over a table:
his bare back bloody
I did not discuss haiku
with the black needle
beautiful Janette
hands me a gyro
and knows the name
that others give my face
There's a bugbear in Cal-Anderson Park, and he's a nibbler!
The brightly colored ribbons of his chew-toy hurt my eyes.
Tom's dyed his red hair black again.
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