just-in-time haiku
mist across the lake
wolf howls in the near distance
the home team has scored
H-boy arrives home
checks refrigerator door
beer goes bad Tuesday
mist across the lake
scraping nature scene
the more poems h-boy
Language is key.
As summer retreats
First law of haiku:
Wheat becomes pasta
spring wind across trees...
Successful mayor,
SPECIAL GUEST POET -- S. Gabrielle Frey
That old used mousepad
sultry summer night
GET OUTTA MY WAY!!!
Ur-wacky neighbor--
Summer is Summer
Do sinners always
some seasonal light
the morning slant sun
I'm telling you now
frankly, a poet
there is chocolate,
first day of summer
Somewhere, Morocco.
revolvers, knives, clubs
a season image
funny little tent
in the future dust
he hung with this guy
ticket on windshield...
funny ulnar nerve
my bro-in-law Tom
the Germans loved her
life preparation
he drove a T-Bird
Aloysha is saved
Sumeria? or
whether vinaigrette,
Ben Mussolini
long porous border
sensitive subject--
"Hey good looking! We'll
a single housefly
moonlight ______ _______
my canoe paddles
neighbors for cocktails
raining for a week
moonless winter night
with the porch light off
though a widower
no matter how big
in our confused time
frankly, haikuboy
strawberry flavored
so evocative
scary dragon bird
did he get to name
clever Ted Geisel
Gum-Bo, the seeker
Blinky may have had
tiny bar: ten seats
an odd beast so named
third snow of the year
the reason she would
the sound Monty Burns
haikuboy pursued
for a brief moment
yank your yarmelkeh
night at the border
middle-age snapshot
noble noble gas
winter afternoon
like Kleenex before
retractable claws
cartoon handyman
autumn, the rains come
winter light obscured
bright August morning
mad singer in white
nappy purple fur
I'm wearing my blue
further in than porch
before he dated
Lou Reed may be your
more ratlike than, say,
some think haikuboy
Nickname: Beehive State.
invariably
his glasses askew
doctor's deadpan word
I've never been there
Bigfoot Weds Yeti
steamy August night
Yo, what is up, G?
the garden party
difference between
aviator shades
running out of time
Exercise can cause pain.
she and he check in
The light in the trees
No, wait, it's the moun-
like like attracts like
it's the first haiku
thinned spiced mayonaise
fall fell far from France
slant afternoon sun
bearded and sandals
tomato neck bread
quick foxes jump and
is this the real life
break a cheese sandwich
it is some season
sweetened corn saucers
an orderly line
since I turned forty
nominal leader
fall is a symbol
hurried morning drive
so it's morning and
noble appliance
eleven o'clock
ichthyologists eschew gastropods, search out marine vertebrates illumination comes from late spring sun through trees chlorophyllic anaconda-like the days wrap their coils round me inevitibly |
1970
a much hipper state
the proto-smoothie
the White Album
perhaps my totem
a WWII port
Durant Avenue
of modern era
she read us Macbeth
cool bachelor pad
slippery white food
working in his lab
welcoming antlers
nighttime hunkers down
pretext to world war
a streak in the sky
the front door opens
'lectric guitar riff
bitter crustacean
haiku-worthy beast
visions of future
twilight of idols
sun of Orient
not just functional
cute marsupial
the one thing better
advanced equipment
harsh light of justice
don't make the dude mad
full moon creeps upward
I must write haiku
connector of lands
not shoplifting
cat can't catch a break
rain beating on roof
late springtime breezes
light through the window
light of history
don't knock it just yet
it's traditional
moon over quarry
question number six
lamp, table, chaise lounge
weather references
live is to evil
five years of Spanish
the sun stays out late
what is haiku
dappled light reflects
good to BBQ
early spring grey chill
warm autumn wind
brown late summer sun
indoor winter day
mouth lightbulb like sun
cold buzzing red glow
large white man stands up
even nine blind men
frigid winter noon
beige acoustic tiles
snowy winter night
kicking the dried mud
afternoon sun slants
that gleaming oil slick
days darken early
bathed in pale blue light
blue autumn light fades
crisp winter morning
the falling of leaves