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RIC FLAIR NOSE DIVE
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CANNIBALIZED HAIBUN
There’s always the prospect of writing little poems at night. I’ll suddenly awake needing to run to the bathroom. It’s not just a failing of the bladder. I have a little notepad and I use it to jot down little three line poems—don’t want to offend the haiku or senryu purists among us. Sometimes, we even get 4 or 5 or 6 lines of verse committed to paper. Those words both flow and clog at the same time as I am barely out of a dreamlike state. Once in awhile, it can actually be something good. Then I stumble back into the bedroom and do an old fashioned Ric Flair nosedive onto the bed. My work done, it’s best to lapse back into gentle sleep.
A Ric Flair nosedive
the late night work is complete
gentle sleep returns
