Bashō and The Judge

Master, my only friend; dead.

Poetic partnership; *POOF*

must — go — a – lone …    

pestering: students and fame.

Bolt the gate, rest, return a fool;

burn banana trees

without remorse—don’t lose sleep,

tiptoe in the night;


capture ever’thing

log it, smother it, burn it;

lone, immortal men

Toss, turn, timelessly, or, 

maybe merely minutes.

“Why cry — locked away!?” 

— time and space race by —  

guard boozes, then snoozes; 

pick the lock; unsheath shiv; 

silently slit his throat, , ,

dance nude, tell a joke

history is rote.

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