Category: Haikuish Objects

Deleuzian dreams
demarcate doubts, deriving
daily delusions.

– a pseudo-haiku

The moon seemed misplaced.
I looked at it in the night.
Why is it there, so bright?

– a pseudo-haiku

I made a sandbox.
The sides were not square, at all.
I added some sand.

– a pseudo-haiku

Dawn is hard to like
when the sleeping wasn't good
but anyway there are stars.

– a pseudo-haiku

When it's dark, it hides?
No. The world just disappears.
That's what you believe.

– a pseudo-haiku

And then, and always,
the rain came to render sound
and tap on the roofs

– a pseudo-haiku

Some days my fires work,
other days they sputter, fail...
no causality

– a pseudo-haiku

I wake up at four.
Dark waits outside the windows
and my mouth is dry.

– a pseudo-haiku

The place spoke to me:
through trees and rocks and the sea,
it said, "Yo, whatup?"

– a pseudo-haiku

Dawn over Portland
There are cars and airplanes here
and early traffic

– a pseudo-haiku

we drove to Portland
we saw the doctors lurking
we waited a lot

– a pseudo-haiku

Words are not like maps;
you can lose your way with words;
they show no way out.

– a pseudo-haiku

as the sky got light
I saw the ground wearing snow
it crunched underfoot

– a pseudo-haiku

The viruses came,
rearranged to their liking,
settled in to stay.

– a pseudo-haiku

Six deer were outside,
moving cautiously, like ghosts,
grazing trees and grass.

– a pseudo-haiku

The day: thanksgiving...
the Native American
said "Thanks for nothing!"

– a pseudo-haiku

I am suspended
in a chill soup made of time
and bits of clear air

– a pseudo-haiku

I'm stumbling, planless -
hindered by the bureaucrats -
contemplating fate.

– a pseudo-haiku

The apple tree waits:
It waits to throw down apples.
It waits for spring, too.

– a pseudo-haiku

Fog pins down the birds.
They park themselves in the grass.
The sun breaks the air.

– a pseudo-haiku

The dog finds more dogs,
using a keen sense of smell.
Then he ignores them.

– a pseudo-haiku

Mossy trees loiter.
The stars sow rows of white frost.
The black sky purples.

– a pseudo-haiku

There is morning fog.
Crows cross streets and discuss things.
Cars drift, secretive.

– a pseudo-haiku

I walk my rough trail
in rain and gathering dusk
and wonder if bears...

– a pseudo-haiku

I found some gray rocks.
I stacked them beside the road,
precariously.

– a pseudo-haiku

I tromped among trees
finding a path down the hill
and falling in holes.

– a pseudo-haiku

the sky is overcast
and the dawn is hours away,
but the moon is full

– a pseudo-haiku

I take my first taste
of morning's coffee, climbing
the stairs to my room.

– a pseudo-haiku

Trucks. Machinery.
Gravel. Trees. The wind-blown sea.
Yellow leaves. Rain.

– a pseudo-haiku

I sit in the dark
sipping my morning coffee
and eat my oatmeal.

– a pseudo haiku

Puddles here and there,
giving the road some texture,
biting the trucks' heels.

– a pseudo haiku

I wake and ponder
the adjustable darkness
caused only by time.

– a pseudo haiku

Imaginary
lines project, start to outline
vast conurbations

– a pseudo haiku