Falling Apart*

July 8, 2010

or New Delhi Haiku Blues
By Kevin Murphy
2010 Walk Award

Haiku accost me at every corner. Ominous haiku,
     shabby haiku, aggressively congenial haiku, so
     many splatters on the wall, so much watery
     action at the edge of a leaf.
Seventeen con artists lined up in a row. Seventeen
     propositions incapable of being refused.
     Seventeen tourists in seventeen mini-vans.
Eight million sleeping people in the city. Sixteen
     million nostrils flaring with breath. Fifty–two
     thousand four hundred and seven bony dogs
     howling at shapes. Monkeys of precisely
     seventeen syllables.
A bowl of noodles, a lizard on a ceiling, the
     undulation of a mosquito net. From inside the
     mosquito net, the hiccups of the beloved. One
     detail askew and it all falls apart.

*Copyright 2010 by Kevin Murphy. This poem appears in POETRY WALK: Sue C. Boynton Poetry Contest – The First Five Years. Info: Book!

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