Category: Book 2

It is four A.M.
and the sky is brightening,
so when should I sleep?

– a pseudo-haiku.

unreal words deployed
carve out landscapes in the mind
like lucid dreaming

– a pseudo-haiku.

that crunch of some tires
on the gravel road up there
a few times a day

– a pseudo-haiku.

down the road, morning
grasping at bits of water,
the sky just as blue

– a pseudo-haiku.

bread and bacon, piled
with lettuce and tomato...
failed sandwich: salad!

– a pseudo-haiku.

as the solstice nears:
a quadrangle of dawn's sun
flees the north window

– a pseudo-haiku.

a few syllables
strung out like stones on a path
embedded in mud

– a pseudo-haiku.

The silver sea spits,
praying for rain, no comment...
tree shrouded islands

– a pseudo-haiku.

The sky enfolds pale
and the rain makes suggestions
while mist chews the trees

– a pseudo-haiku.

There are plenty of words at the start.
These words emerge and tumble down.
They fall in cold rivulets.
Soon, there are piles of words.
Strangers tromp through them.
They block the view.
Children play.
I sigh.
Stop.

– a nonnet.

one oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
oh - two to the tenth

– a pseudo-haiku.

A string sings along
through the lumpy, bumpy sea...
our sad, swollen sea.

– a pseudo-haiku.

the tide is quite low
there are crabs among the rocks
an eagle watches.

– a pseudo-haiku.

Wind
precludes
the silence
which sits waiting
at the edge of things,
off in the forest, there,
down by the surging waters,
where the eagle crouches, watching,
and no one awaits nothing but time.

– a reverse nonet.

some survivalists
surveyed their situations
and gazed at the sky

– a pseudo-haiku.

Hi, narrator here.
Please disregard these meanings.
The words stand alone.

– a pseudo-haiku.

ㅁ
Firstly, we gazed askance at the spaceship
Plunging wild through the grim-faced sky.
Flares were winking on a trailing wingtip
Where a faded emblem seemed to fly.

Secondly, speakers sung with the voices
Screaming out dangers and proffering choices,
Hinting at various important things.
Dark was the mood then, beshadowed by wings.

Thirdly, our leaders emptied the city.
Multitudes fled to the sun-tortured hills,
Some of them starving while others sold pills
Which the wounded endured. Such a pity.

Endless miseries kept ensuing -
Doubts, above all. What were we doing?

– a sonnet in an irregular tetrameter (maybe).

ㅁ
a desolation
can unfold in a moment
unexpectedly

– a pseudo-haiku.

I detached my soul,
let it float for a few hours,
tasted the trees' roots.

– a pseudo-haiku.

ㅁ
the day's first two hours -
when I sit, have some coffee -
those reassure me

– a pseudo-haiku.

ㅁ
The thought climbs up astride its weary mount
  To better seek and target its intents,
  Infecting other minds like airbourne scents -
A viral dream where every glance will count.
A prophet then, I forge through these events,
  Betraying with my words their very fount
  And caring not at all - who could discount?
You see them, now, such cloudy, cool portents.
Let's undertake to rule the world's wide mind
  By sending out that energetic thought:
Its consequences gradually unwind.
And finally, behold what thinking wrought:
  Baroque descriptions seemingly designed
To lift a universe up out from nought.

– a sonnet in iambic pentameter.

the fog blanked it all,
and white water, white mountain
only existed

– a pseudo-haiku.

that rooster's crowing
seems too enthusiastic
when at four thirty

– a pseudo-haiku.

the daily listing
a mere enumeration
tree plus tree plus tree

– a pseudo-haiku.

art reveals nothing.
it's not projection, instead:
an alternate self

– a pseudo-haiku.

the water is still
but a dull dog is barking
some bird gave notice

– a pseudo-haiku.

The types of darkness are manifold:
firstly, before the big bang's boom;
secondly, the night's blackness;
thirdly, shadows of doubt;
also, underground;
next, when dying;
there's holes, too;
and caves;
last...

– a pseudo-haiku.

day comes in fragments
leaking out of the spaces
in the atmosphere

– a pseudo-haiku.

the fog over there
fraternizes with the shrubs
while the sun's hiding

– a pseudo-haiku.

a tree entails a gentle growing
a tree elides the sky above
a tree betokens time's dull flowing
a tree rejects the earth's cold love

a tree observes the moon's redundant
a tree points out the sun's abundant
a tree explores the air's canals
a tree will fail to show morale

a tree creates its own committees
a tree can drink the dreams of clouds
a tree provides the beasts their shrouds
a tree dislikes the teeming cities

a tree neglects its own biology
a tree reviews epistemology

– a sonnet in iambic pentameter.

clockwork universe:
it winds sideways, not forwards:
illusory time.

– a pseudo-haiku.

The children argued
and spun through the corridors.
Outside the sun shone.

– a pseudo-haiku.