Monday, February 3, 2014

Haiku from Sam Bockover


Ghost visage in rock
Americana landmark
The Black Hills judge us


 
Chords rising through air
Harmonica and guitar
Naming human pains
 

Crumpled pages speak
Bad poems and Baphomets
High school memories

 
 
Chalk, hands, torn blisters
Rock lessons applied to life
All ascents have risk

 
 
Ayahuasca tastes
Outer space blooms inside you
Universe of love
 
 
 
 
Sam Bockover is a writer and poet from the American midwest.

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