blood – haiku and other animals

as you donate blood in Connecticut
a small soft yacht to squeeze

the pen twice as old as me smells of blood

stochastic erasures to provoke the blood in deep winter

splinter

for which the system of blood tunnels valves and such was built though it does get loud on a summer evening after a few

after meeting with the oracle a new flavor in the blood

wind beats the leaves I trust the long journey of blood