Clarify This
influx of haikus-
sorry if you are surprised
(i had to catch up)
observe time melting
away, downwards in droplets
my tongue catches one.
i called out to me
and i heard me reply, "no"
"fuck you," said my third
glimmering in sun
yet gloomy and grey in rain
aren't we all, these days?
she bakes bread like a
bread-baking oven-like thing
call her "bread maker"
the popping of corn,
the sizzling of bacon,
boy is it hot out!
a thump, a crackle,
he winks twice during the tackle
then silence slides in
she's scattering coins
into a wishing fountain.
dark hands collect them.
if you give a blonde
all the opium in the world
she still won't get high
don't let the melons-
don't let them rust or corrode.
spray paint them orange.
covered in callus
embraced by the elements
all is pain 'till now
sometimes the girl waits
her hair tangles into knots
her freckles fall off
canopy sinks in
if everything is below
there's no where to go
if tom green could see
how happy it is to be
a nomad, like me
smile, a sanguine hue
from within, petals protrude
the void dies also
that dream, yesterday...
where i skimmed lofty cities
and woke up spitting
memo: jake and liang...
no ice cream in cape cod (please)
-ice cream truck rentals
lets take a monkey
to the zoo and lock ourselves
in the iron cages
she found another
star, just as bright as the sun.
it never eclipsed.
sacred prime numbers
of 5 and 7 reveal
the mysteries of life
crimson fades to blue
behind a mask a face hides
(at least for the night)
thankfully there is
another way to make juice
from watermelons.
let us not forget
leaves will wither and fall off
in summer also.
a dog may just see
in black and white, but colours,
what good do they bring?
in china we had
nothing. except coal "pies" and
the soot left over.
if satin dresses
with the zephyrs, teemed the skies;
would you notice too?
if your oranges,
blossom with feathery wings,
may i take a ride?