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Mark Hillringhouse


Paterson Haiku

See that man
on the corner waving an axe?
Leave that man alone.


Full moon,
salsa and meringue, hip hop, Rap
bass treble volume


A panhandler
on a deserted street—
winter afternoon


At the intersection
The light turns red—
glass shattering


After a night of love,
Condoms like dead jellyfish float
In puddles full of rain


An old woman
Goes down on a slice of pizza;
I watch her fall


How reluctantly
a homeless man emerges
from deep beneath his cardboard


Behind the Coke machine
unseen, hidden by the wall
someone ejaculates


How very strange—
streetlamps coming on at noon
and snow falling


Driving alone
late at night on the interstate
without headlights


I comb my hair
how thin it is: snowflakes
on my dark blue shirt


My mother’s voice:
sea foam, clam shells, salt water
hissing under wet sand






Copyright © Mark Hillringhouse, 2006