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Seán Mac Falls Feb 2015
Stars in dust wasteland,
Seen once, every seven years,
Desert flowers bloom.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Stars in dust wasteland,
Seen once, every seven years,
Desert flowers bloom.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2014
Stars in dust wasteland,
Seen once, every seven years,
Desert flowers bloom.
Seán Mac Falls Jul 2014
Stars in dust wasteland,
Seen once, every seven years,
Desert flowers bloom.
Seán Mac Falls Jul 2013
Stars in dust wasteland,
Seen once, every seven years,
Desert flowers bloom.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2015
Always see one worn  .  .  .
Lone shoe in streets and alleys,
  .  .  .  Never see a pair.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2014
Is all— emptiness  .  .  .
More stars than grains of beach sands,
  .  .  .  No— all vast orchard.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2014
Lose lips are threshold  .  .  .
She takes me— to house of love,
  .  .  .  Doorways of her eyes.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2014
We blanket the sun  .  .  .
Pale world can be so lonely,
  .  .  .  Fear lighted by moon.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
Chicken neocons—
Pompous, piloting war rooms,
Blood on their black hands.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2014
Clouds wafting above,
Seabirds sailing in the sky,
  .  .  .  Whitecaps on the bay.
Seán Mac Falls May 2013
Old dark symmetries,
Forked branches of hazel tree,
  .  .  .  Landing of crows' feet.
Seán Mac Falls May 2013
Drops of heavy rain,
Seabirds tearing with the skies,
  .  .  .  So small without her.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2014
Drops of heavy rain,
Seabirds tearing with the skies,
  .  .  .  So small without her.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2014
Black is our bed made  .  .  .
She gave me sun, moon and stars,
  .  .  .  I turned down the lights.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2013
Round of twin *******,
Circle thighs, hips, moon bottoms,
The round of my palms.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2013
Round of twin *******,
Circle thighs, hips, moon bottoms,
The round of my palms.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2014
Round of twin *******,
Circle thighs, hips, moon bottoms,
The round of my palms.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Spring shower over,
Happy sun, tiny echoes, tears,
Water beads wellspring.
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2014
My day soaring place  .  .  .
Too much time spent smoldering,
  .  .  .  She soothed morning sun.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2013
Red and white roses,
Wild and loud, spangle, sparkle,
Filling— empty lot.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2014
Red and white roses,
Wild and loud, spangle, sparkle,
Filling— empty lot.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2014
Red and white roses,
Wild and loud, spangle, sparkle,
Filling— empty lot.
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2013
Red and white roses,
Wild and loud, spangle, sparkle,
Filling— empty lot.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
Godless charity—
Millionaire dreams of billions,
Eremite hoarding.
One in a series of election time ( yes, it is brain dead voter time again ) haikus,

The harsh language is to better communicate with those lacking in humor, sense of irony, compassion for others,
Awareness of subtleties, and or oblivious to their own hypocrisies, aka, neocons, republicans, right wings, libertarians ( anarchists on trust-funds ), and general heartless fuckwads.

Wake up people!
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2013
Always in hurry,
One day— in circle of cat,
Only pause mouse takes.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2013
Seabirds swaying out,
Toile ocean mist rolling in,
Ballroom of the Sun.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2014
Fierce in the grasses  .  .  .
So loud your wild yellow mane,
  .  .  .  Roaring in the sun.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2013
Let's friend on Facebook,
Digital narcissism  .  .  .
Quick deaths of touching.
Seán Mac Falls May 2014
In his feathered dress  .  .  .
Raven shrouds beneath the clouds,
  .  .  .  Even eyes are black.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2012
Her eyes a tempest,
Cold words dropping like water,
  .  .  .  Shivering in rain.
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2013
Her eyes a tempest,
Cold words dropping like water,
  .  .  .  Shivering in rain.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2013
Her eyes a tempest,
Cold words dropping like water,
  .  .  .  Shivering in rain.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Sadness and beauty,
Nothing more lovely— tragic,
Sacred and profane.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2014
Ocean birds scatter—
Sun melting day on horizon,
  .  .  .  Waves in pantomime.
Seán Mac Falls Jul 2013
Mourning doves at dusk,
Coo, harken what is to come,
Sun falls, new stars break.
Seán Mac Falls Apr 2014
Abandoned rail tracks,
Night hiking, no forgetting her—
  .  .  .  Largest moon ever.
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2013
Two chattering crows,
Spells drone cast in hazel tree,
  .  .  .  Trined necromancers.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2014
Without ever hands  .  .  .
She knew deep power of touch,
  .  .  .  Still heart broke on hold.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2014
Petals of flower—
Impossible freshness, breaks day,
Her eyes opening.
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2013
We gathered tinder,
Faint slow burning hearth growing,
  .  .  .  Together waiting.
Seán Mac Falls Jul 2013
Petals of flower—
Impossible freshness, breaks day,
Her eyes opening.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2013
Petals of flower—
Impossible freshness, breaks day,
Her eyes opening.
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2014
Petals of flower—
Impossible freshness, breaks day,
Her eyes opening.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2014
Petals of flower—
Impossible freshness, breaks day,
Her eyes opening.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2014
Winter morning lake,
Sun rises, wild swans falling,
Everything in balance.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2014
No destinations—
Weird sycophant's pantheon,
Gertrude Stein's Oakland.
Ever since Gertrude Stein wrote of Oakland, "there is no there there," people have used this quote to condemn the city, things of questionable worth and the 'art' of dabblers.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2013
Morning garden speaks,
No news like daily rushes,
  .  .  .  Throngs of thrushes.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2012
Tea and cup, ready,
Birds in garden weaving dream,
Kettle wakes, calling.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2014
Tea and cup, ready,
Birds in garden weaving dream,
Kettle wakes, calling.
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