8 Haiku

Cursing a fly who
won’t leave through the opening
I make in the screen

The golden hour—

a drunken man on the train 
mutters to himself

Sunday night’s full moon

gleams white in the chilly air—
laughing partiers

*

Speeding over roofs

on a train after sunrise—
the redheaded trees

Silhouettes of two

socks in a shaded window—
walking in the rain

Stain of a shadow

on a sunlit red brick wall—
big curly tree head

*

A cello swelling
in the fluorescent belly
of a train station

For George Carlin:

Earth suddenly shrugs

Man off its back, thanking us
for all the plastic



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Hey Big Eyes

Hey Big Eyes you spy the prize and realize
This paradise is not so nice—don’t seem surprised!
What do you do? They’ll tell you to see just it through
Play it cool and pay your dues—no way you’ll lose

Just remembering them

You can see it again

Remember friend so many men have seen the sham

It’s old as man—forget it and it’s here again
I don’t know the way to go but I am sure
Other men have also been where I am

Just remembering them

You can see it again

(Those shadows creeping all around your door

 Oh how long can they remain
 To stain what keeps you keeping on?
 Will they ever be gone?)

One night I’d been in the wind and saw something

A crackling wire sparkling light into the sky
The sparks joining the stars up there in heaven then
A crackling wire sparkling light one winter night

Just remembering them

You can see it again



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Flashes 23

Addressing
oneself
as “my friend”

Meditation  =  not

forcing my mind
into areas

You can

only control
you

*

Singing

is his
yoga

Did the driver

just announce this stop
as “Run Of Jewels”?

His

deliberate
shoes

*

“I don’t want

fame—I want
to get down!”

Tattoos:

illusions
of permanence

Pretty girl

with soupy
eyes

*

Pricing
everything
out of reach

They haven’t discovered

what matters
yet

Thrills that are never
as good as you
thought they would be



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