AIDS Haiku Series

not a simple death
your blood and semen tainted
dead at thirty years

thought I remembered
not blue skin sunken lids but
dark hair, flashing eyes

dead at thirty years
you bent into your death like
reed in the strong wind

circa Spring 1992

Haiku is usually thought of as short, cute poems,
and they can be, but they are more often written in
series, from what I've been able to find out. They really
don't work all that well in English, as we have too
concrete a language.

With this, I attempted to use at least one Zen image.

My brother Bobby died of HIV in '91.

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