Haibun 13

An angry old lady has filled my head with thoughts of the end. Books, television, music-everything will drag me down to evil. I am five and instead of thinking about “Frog and Toad” I am thinking about angels, terrible and mighty, dragging me in chariots of fire away from my mother.

Still
I am worried
I’ll hear the trumpets

Haiku 17

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Haibun 12

It begins with bottle rockets and beer. The fever takes over and garbage is burned, parts of the garage torn off. The landlord’s spare plywood thrown into the pit takes awhile to catch. Others join and bring more things to burn. With the songs of Bob Dylan echoing we make beautiful sacrifices to the cool night.

old picnic table
rusting screws
manage to survive

Haibun 11

In the dirty, almost empty bar, a band is playing. Blasts of sounds ripple clothes and dulled senses. A few people hang about drinking and swaying to the music. In a corner a middle aged couple exchange tongues and fondle one another, the youth surrounding them.

battered leather stools
support the young and the old
to exchange places

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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