Friday, January 21, 2011
Inspired by Real Events
I can hear it;
A wave is rising;
A distant rumble,
I walked all the way up George St. today;
The whole goddamn way;
Under an overcast sky that almost made me steal a line from Steinbeck,
But I didn't;
What an ugly street!
Chrysanthemums wouldn't be caught dead here;
Dirty black snow and the most beautifully designed litter
That History ever produced;
And such a piss-poor job of plowing!
Who's driving those things these days?
It's time to bring in the robots;
They will know precisely how low to drop the blade;
Just low enough to lay everything bare;
The Secret resting
on the toilet tank cover
arsewipe sits on top
-a haiku( referrence to nature,without seasonal clue)
Sky in shades of gray,Hangs over snow; pale sunlight.
Crow and seagull dance.
( haiku- 12/23/07)
Distant crow callingThe sky is grey this morning
Bells shiver the air
Baby crow outside
Mama perched near, wires swaying
White cat stalks below
I cower and hide myself
Who wants what they ask?
Loose & Unsorted:
Singled out among his brothers;
His mouth gapes wide,
The point of a pocket-knife;
( five lines, twenty-five syllables 09/21/07 )
Sidewalk and curb
Where I stand smoking;trails
Of grey, curling past my eyelids,
( cinquain modified to accomodate 23 syllables. more appropriate, i think; pont-cinquain perhaps? If the first line is a BRIDGING title? )
Thoughts don't enter Heaven;
Just handle things,
The victim is the sufferer
( found poem )