Under the Bashō 2023
PostKu
Editor: Clayton Beach
on distant and deaf eyes heat lightning
whittling away the house in my dream white ants
can(n)on
dusk blossoms the eight bodies of luke the evangelist
drowning child in your hand is a starfish is a compass
white blossom
the deer reincarnated
as a deer
sea mist following the curl of the dying rose
ghost blossom tea the aftertaste is dusk
tossing alms on the Baul's shadow autumn leaves
a piece of an earthworm hides the Milky Way
thistle-downs trick the wind feigning war
fallen mangoes around the empty swing midnight bats
we want what we want kharai camel
if only my lungs could cleave each clove
then the dawn is nothing more than a particle of an orchid
in the bark of a tree like a comma
sage or magenta you pick the cause of deceit
could pass for gold the charred sea of lust
at last the butterfly myth swanned
honey of an exile abyss
face blindness becoming a memory
greeting a shade unhoming the world