I think haikus must have been created for poets of the morning, when words come out stilted, intermingled with unconsciousness as we wake. How disappointed I was to learn that haikus do not follow a five, seven, five syllable structure! Instead they count on, or counting phonetic sounds in Japanese. Oh well. I shall work with what I know.
Just breathe in and lie
Under a grand useless tree
In a grand meadow.
Ugh phlegm in my mouth.
Regurgitated inside
Body Pollution.
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