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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