Saturday, February 12, 2011
hollly
Daddy's little girl
reflects a ruined culture
that's for sale, dirt cheap.

Sunday, February 13, 2011
Dry Pool
Harsh light of high noon
disrobes our hidden places.
Lays the widow bare.

Monday, February 14, 2011
Scratch
This ain't no peep show
you can scratch your way into.
Pay up or fuck off.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Atomic Liquors
Brain cells flash and burn
hot as a house fire fast as
a life spent waiting.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011
City Center
Cities are like hands
nimble and strong in their youth
gnarled near the end.

Thursday, February 17, 2011
Eat
dirt, crow, humble pie
my shorts, your words, my hat, shit.
you eat with that mouth?

Friday, February 18, 2011
Fremont
I'm looking for God
anywhere everywhere
unlikely places

Saturday, February 19, 2011
Weed and Wall
Forget herbicide.
Your poison won't stop us
from coming for you.

Sunday, February 20, 2011
Fallout
When does metaphor
morph into reality?
We're the red menace.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Old Growth
Who lived here, loved here?
Can you hear that? It's the sound
of our dreams dying.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Inside
Deconstructing truth.
Identity. Certainty.
Logic of despair.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Gifts4U
In hell's fifth circle
eternity spent rowing
for t-shirts and hats

Thursday, February 24, 2011
Empty Nest
Stripped cleared scrubbed swept stacked
sorted divided arranged
discussed settled sold

Friday, February 25, 2011
Fenced In
redemption is found
under the sign of the cross,
where drunks, pigeons sleep.

Saturday, February 26, 2011
Old New
Containers, coffers
bottles, bags, cities, people.
discard when empty.

Sunday, February 27, 2011
Burrito
Bombastic taco
that's what a burrito is
don't be so fancy

Today's haiku brought to you by Frederick Merrill Samuel Bailie, age 11.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Bail Two
red leads anger past
pink's plump loveliness into
gray's dark labyrinth.

Tuesday, March 01, 2011
StripBarber
Wanted: cage dancing
haircutters for nude review
of short and curlies

Wednesday, March 02, 2011
Fremont Street
happiness lives here
walks among fear, filth, and loss
tiptoeing past hate.

Thursday, March 03, 2011
No
No no no... hmm. Yes?
No no no... Well ok, maybe.
Uhhh, changed my mind. No.

Friday, March 04, 2011
Showgirls
Enter here, young man.
Break open the locked red door.
A kiss with sharp teeth.

Saturday, March 05, 2011
No B
Youse not welcome here.
No bums, no bull, no buzzer.
Fuckin' As. That's right.

Sunday, March 06, 2011
Elvis
imitators sing
el rey está muerto
shout, viva el rey!

Monday, March 07, 2011
Razor Wire

gold, silver, rubies.
drug dealers, sex offenders.
governments, people.

Tuesday, March 08, 2011
Space
I'd go if I could.
Blast off and aim for the stars.
Leave this soulless place.

Wednesday, March 09, 2011
Glitter
Ladies, gentlemen,
an explosion of sparkles
blinds you to the facts.

Thursday, March 10, 2011
BK Wheel
Buddha's has eight spokes
Catherine's is covered with spikes
BK's comes with fries.

Friday, March 11, 2011
Red
Freshly painted cells
where our subconscious is caged
can't contain our hopes.

Saturday, March 12, 2011
Another Empty Pool
Could it happen here,
diaspora USA?
We would go back home.

Sunday, March 13, 2011
Checkstrat
Inhospitable
sunbleached, gouged by spikey boots.
Alien launch pad.

Monday, March 14, 2011
City Tram
Collaboration - 30 images 30 poems 30 days - Day 30 +1
We could not end at 30
Reflecting the times.
The beginning is ending
and starting again.
Haiku by Cindy Bailie & Photographs by Heather Protz
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