Tanka 7

7
In the first calm
cool spring rain
the world takes
a shower and
removes its worms

Thinks I like-A Poem

In my opinion this poem is far from finished and I myself am not even sure how much I like it. Comments and suggestions welcome.

Things I Like

There are many things that I like.
I like being named Floom.
It sounds funny,
And people usually remember me.

I like books, boobs, beer in that order,
Followed closely by breakfast,
Baseball, being, Bob Dylan.
Not bombs, never bombs.

I enjoy people, most of them anyway.
They make me feel connected,
In each conversation something new,
Yapping about nothing does just fine.

I love each person that I meet because
There is no other way to live.
I’m sure there are some that don’t love.
Give them tears, give them tears.

I put my foot in my mouth,
not because it tastes good.
I’m inappropriate,
And I deserve it.

I like loud music in bars,
Speakers rippling clothes.
Music is a pulse.
And let it beat, and let it beat.

Religion doesn’t work for me.
I can look out my window or
Walk down the street and feel the
Touch of spirit in everything.

I drive fast because driving
is like thinking, and thinking
uses gas, and everybody is trying
to go green, to go green.

I have sinned. Criticized,
fibbed, stolen, cursed,
smoked a cigarette,
and then smoked a cigarette again.

I am human,
Imperfection with a
mix of thought and animal.
Warm blooded, warm blooded.

Haiku 16

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Poems from my Window

Below is a small collection of poems that stemmed from opening my window for the first time since winter began.

Ikkyu Couplet

The door can be closed,
But the window is always open.

Haiku 15

open window
high heals clomping
in the night

Tanka

Open window in spring
Cool calming breeze,
carries the sound of
clomping heels.
I am never truly alone.


Haibun 10

Night. I sit in my room alone. The window is open and a cool breeze has an uplifting quality. I can feel a hunger and energy inside me. Something has flipped a switch. Restlessness in the night forces productivity, an inner drive to some unknown end that Spring herself doesn’t understand.

outside heels click
and curiosity
drives my eyes away

Persona Poetry

I'll leave it up to you to guess the Persona I'm using here.

1. Reliability

Turn on my keys
And fire me up

We’ll go places
And do things

We’ll go to work
and when the day is done

I’ll see you get home.

2. Speed

Let me sit in an empty parking lot
at night when the dusk conceals us.

I can be your vessel,
your mobile island shelter.

Be gentle with your passenger,
She is new, pure and sweet.

Please tomorrow,
Won’t you clean my seats?

3. Insurance

How dare you, you
insolent ignorant fuck.

Turn the wheel
Guide me true.

Save me now
from the destruction.

It’s all to late in these last seconds,
In the instance we shall part.

Tanka Poetry

1
Dim lights,
in an old bar.
Days last light-
fading as the
flies congregate.

2
To the woman,
her arms and ample chest covered
in indigo tattoos-
My friend is in love,
with your art.

3
In the chilled night,
a hint of spring blows-
through the dying city.
The absence of people
tells all.

4
Driving with the windows down:
The air rushing in
Complements the radio.
Erasing all fears of dulled senses-
Passing by a cop: all breath ceases.

5
A piss before bed,
Long lasting relief
in the steady golden stream:
the spoils of battles won
and foes of the evening passed.

Haibun 9

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