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The alphabet in haikus (A-H)

Allan

Aches aren’t always arthritis
Allan acknowledges
answers are alarming

*

Brad

Brave but broken
Brad brakes before
bawling beyond belief.

*

Calvin

Calvin came crying
coz calves croaked:
cows create chaos

*

David

David didn’t despair
dreams don’t disappear
dirty duvets do.

*

Eric

“Eric eats everything
even elephant ears,”
ewok exclaims.

*

Fred

Far from frosty Frenton
fires fill famous forest
forever frightening fans

*

Gary

Gary gave goodbye gifts
grew greedy
groped girls

*

Henry

He hurries home hungry
heaven heard his hopeful homily
his house has ham.

*

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July 28, 2010 at 6:27 am Leave a comment

Haikus – the beginning

Enemy

Your face, I’d say, is bloated
I will not squeeze
You are no pimple

*

Friend

Your smile lingers–
an ocean of waves
I sail upon.

*

Acquaintance

I know you
like I know the night
you keep things hidden

*

Yesterday

A cup of tea
gone cold:
bitter to my tastebuds

*

Today

Coffee doesn’t get old
it meanders up my tongue
grinds me to a latte

*

Tomorrow

When I reach you
you will be gone
The clouds race after you.

*

July 28, 2010 at 5:49 am Leave a comment

Waiting for Godot II

All day I sat by that window
but you didn’t come
my faith wasn’t strong enough or
good enough for you, I guess.
Do you know how long a day is
for a nine-year-old?

All these years later and I still
feel the anger cut through my skin.
I was a mermaid turned human
walking on legs of glass shards.
You were the glass.

The moon came out early that day
its skin scarred like a bad case of acne.
Are there antibiotics for the moon?

Reminds me of the time I got chicken pox
and I thought it was so cool I
walked up to strangers and smiled
and they didn’t laugh at all.
Neither did I when it got itchy, later.

I thought I had an insight
but it’s late and my thumb hurts
because I caught it on a sharp piece
of metal jutting from my wallet.

It cut so deep I had to put a band-aid on.

July 25, 2010 at 7:30 pm Leave a comment

one word

It doesn’t disappear just because I ask it to.
It’s too good for that —
too strong.
Prometheus would understand:
his liver hanging half-eaten
from his side each night.

It doesn’t just go away
that would be too easy too
much like giving in,
letting me win,
and we can’t have that
not a winner like me

Suddenly the room feels
cold, can you feel it?

I will bear witness to it
I will yell it to the ever-encroaching
walls. I will, hoarse as I am,
announce myself, my presence,
my, well, pain.
There it is
The word I’ve been avoiding all along.
And it’s been long:
years, decades, quarter centuries.
When will it end?
When will it be enough?

July 25, 2010 at 7:21 pm Leave a comment

born free

two words
jump out like
frogs and blow
away my hair
I stand naked-headed
topple over
I’m the tower of Pisa
on a bad day
and if you break me open
you’ll find I taste like a chocolate
bar, nut-free.

July 25, 2010 at 7:11 pm Leave a comment

my skin

It is vast
like a pocket-book crammed
with half-formed ideas
like an onion it peels back
layer after layer
and if you’re not careful
it will make you cry

July 25, 2010 at 6:55 pm Leave a comment


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