senryu group (world of azaleas)
in a world of azaleas, my next prolonged scream
after evening concerts, lonely drinking at a bar
in murky waters, next 50 years of human devastation
wanting frenzied dancing at Studio54, sweating bodies
dead elephants, somewhere puddles freeze and people thaw
remnants of a train, no kids of my own
recycled themes in my poems, a harsh laughter
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