Tag Archives: Haiku

why belligerent robots

Aural Disjecta Dream-Fu(Haiku/Ukiah/Tanka) Headful of childhoodDisjecta—jingles, and tripe—Where is the off switch? His white man savior complex—Why Marlin Perkins?Why Animal Kingdom, why? Why Rock ‘Em Sock ‘Em?Why belligerent robots?Rub-a-Dub Dolly?Why can’t I turn-off my head? Maybe, I’ll get back in … Continue reading

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i’ll bring you

nightmare no. 630 (flecked haiku) some roads have puddlessome rivers are flecked with bloodi’ll bring you a glass What I’m Reading: “Allow no Christian ritualsfor this bitch, but, ifyou like, you might invitea homeless dog to sing…” — Sandra Cisneros … Continue reading

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i was downgraded

Tardigrade Dream Ukiah Haiku Tanka Fu Dreams from another planet—I was downgraded.I’m an ancient tardigrade: Eyeless and armored,Yet kind (harmless to humans),Parthenogenic, Sharp-clawed and faceless.(Only a mother would love)…I am my mother!I float like a bathysphereThrough an ocean of pale … Continue reading

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red tattered cloth

cinders tanka four or five bricks heapedthe remnants of your burnt heartha red tattered cloththe cold cinders of your lifemonticules wind-blown away What I’m Reading: “i dreamt i was a pinnacle of coral.” — Bernadette Mayer / “Unconditional Death Is … Continue reading

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lost time incarnate

Missing Tanka Dreamt of my fatherLast night—lost—time incarnate A winding riverA hidden oxbow downstreamHe went missing round the bend What I’m Reading: “The trees are half air. They fissure the sky; you / could count the leaves, pare / time…” … Continue reading

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i’ll dress frogs

Disturbing Slacker Tanka I’m watching paint dry—should be doing something else.What else can I do?I’ll dress frogs in Sunday lace.What’s disturbing about that? What I’m Reading: “If a poem is easy for me to write, I know I’m not trying … Continue reading

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we’ll float away

Endgame Countenance Tanka Two ice-adjutantsCount and wait for the melting—Then we’ll float away.The elision of reasonAs the desperation grows. What I’m Reading: “But beating back a pipeline is always a good day’s work.” — Bill McKibben / “Score it a … Continue reading

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a kiss under

Two Butcher Boys at Division Point (Tanka) Revenge parable:A dispute careens off-track—Shattered eyeglassesBlind and brambled in the weeds.A kiss under the blood moon. What I’m Listening To: “Hope is a muscleThat allows us to connect” —Bjork / “Atopos”

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nostrils for plague

Back Home Tanka Back from the sun’s glare—Fog obliterates the sky—It’s good to be home.The birds shroud their songs in gray—We swab our nostrils for plague. What I’m Reading: “Eat and write or die.” — Jim Harrison / The Search … Continue reading

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leave it twice

Waxen Wings Tanka Like the cormorant,Drying its wings in the sun,I am melting fast. Welcome to New Florida—‘State so Right(!)—you’ll leave it twice. What I’m Reading: “Useless! Useless! —heavy rain drivinginto the sea” — Jack Kerouac / “Useless! Useless!”

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