Verse

Friday, January 21, 2011

Inspired by Real Events

It's coming;

I can hear it;

A wave is rising;

A distant rumble,

Location indeterminate;

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; 

Some Haiku:


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 calling

The sky is grey this morning
Bells shiver the air


Baby crow outside
Mama perched near, wires swaying
White cat stalks below
~H.ö.M. 06/22/10


Happiness pursues
I cower and hide myself
Who wants what they ask?

(08/23/10)

Loose & Unsorted:


Baby bird,
Singled out among his brothers;
His mouth gapes wide,
Swallows death,
The point of a pocket-knife;
( five lines, twenty-five syllables 09/21/07 )

Cars

Drive by
Sidewalk and curb
Where I stand smoking;trails
Of grey, curling past my eyelids,
And gone;
( 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 )