Posts Tagged ‘Haiku’

Bits and wisdom from the final presidential debate of 2012. The third, obviously, is the winner:   Like, for example,would you put in no-fly zonesover Syria?   And — MR. SCHIEFFER:So you’re saying we’ve already madethat declaration?   I’m excited aboutour prospects as a nation.I want to see peace.


Debate haiku

17Oct12

If we’d had transcripts of the debate before it happened, I would have run it through my magical haiku machine, and here’s what we’d have gotten: It’s going to help Jeremy get a job when he comes out of school I won’t put in place magnets for people coming here illegally My priority is making […]


Haiku

30Jun12

wiggling my feet/ swooshing like ghosts at the edge/ of a sad-clown pier


Haiku

24Apr11

Scribbled during Dessa, Sufu, 4.23) boozy eyes don’t lie, but they don’t speak truth; rather they blindly accuse punch for pound, these jabs clear syndicated heartache, my mind’s trite offspring my tears are panda tears: soft, cuddly, exctinct before they’re counted microphone, step up; I can’t do this by myself. Klieg lights, lend a hand […]


Haiku

06Feb11

Aping snow tracks, I under-step; someone’s perfect footprints now sullied wine by paper cup, two-steps in the mirror make lonely bacchanal tires slipping, engine snarling, these impossible streets decide my fate headlights, headlights, rush on me, on me until there’s nowhere to hide but . . . staggerers loping through the snow, stopping to collect […]


Haiku

28Jul10

ten worlds of clouds, as I blink my eyes, unfold on twenty worlds of sky each swishing pant leg keeps mosquitoes away from my sweaty ankles hot pavement below hot sky above, even my sunglasses bleed sun


Haiku

27Jul10

here comes a quorum; litanies of approvals: consideration softer bellies in striped polos and flower prints pulse to central air noon heat outside. winds tickle tree tops like fiery blue feather dusters


Haiku

25Jul10

as I type this, a borrowed keyboard lightly clocks digital foot prints paper on my floor heaps of scraps across my desk: order does not here cracked spine of a [self- published] book rests on pages, weight and paper clips


Haiku

22Feb10

wind velocity angles trees at forty-fives, held like .38′s woodpecks, then silence I am not sure which I heard, woodpecks, or silence mucus on my hand, mucus on this page; all from one misplaced wrist-flick freight train. it’s out there. whistles never near, stopping only when I’m gone.


My friend Tiger Tek made his first pilgrimage to Israel last month. Here are the words and images he found. Every good young man to arms, every man on guard. ~ unknown Walking among the dead, one wondered if one was still alive. ~ Primo Levi, Holocaust survivor Here we are like kids Hustling in […]



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