Haiku
June 7 2006
The college students
Worker bees in training
Here's your cubicle
Bleak oppressive clouds
Time breaks all it's promises
but I'm still alive
Youth is no promise
of physical fitness
What a flabby ass!
Your beard that threatens
to overwhelm your face
What are you hiding?
Gravity challenged
Alarming tons of metal
So far from the ground
Five o'clock lemmings
Get the fuck out of my way
I ride the unknown
Rain-slick cobblestones
Upscale umbrellas bob where
slaves' teeth were counted
The bridge, like a church
has witnessed anguish and men
swallowed by water
This goddamned weather!
Why don't you just piss on me?
It's God's urinal
If I am only
a withering blade of grass
how then shall I sing?
The teenage girlies
Everyone wants to fuck them
They just want respect
Thank god for cell phones
I'm calling from the toilet
So do you miss me?
Your shrill buzz-saw voice
Ubiquitous like white noise
Is there an air raid?
When some women speak
The only thing you can hear
is their vagina
Ugly skinny man
Wailing, brandishing a broom
Don't feed the pigeons!
People stand waiting
I'm reading you like ink blots
Thanks for the stories
Writing short poems
Cupfuls from the rushing stream
of experience
June 10 2006
A bus that bows down
How curious--what monarch
governs the pavement?
Slavery did not
end with the Civil War--now
you get a paycheck
What your body says
conflicts with my wounded ear
Silent dissonance
I want your money
but the way your face lights up
is almost enough
Selling bits of me
This is my heart under glass
Hold it carefully
Your eyes taint your smile
No, I'm not hitting on you
I'm being friendly
It's quite amazing
how I love the human race
when they buy my art
Fundamentalists
fetishize fascist bibles
Blow it out your ass!
So many different
pelvic configurations
Shake that sweet groove thang!
Where is the fish hook?
Is it in you or in me?
Either way it hurts
McDonald's patrons
be careful--where do you think
those burgers come from?
Old people who whine
can really get on my nerves
I'm NOT my mother!
June 11 2006
Chattering women
It seems like you want the world
to know your secrets
Philadelphia
Do you still love your brothers
when they beg for bread?
Women under veils
After all you've won, why choose
to hide your beauty?
People who tell you
God frowns on naked bodies
are the worst evil
Your exciting day
Beer and football--I'd prefer
a stick in my eye
When writing haiku
why is it so darn easy
to sound pretentious?
June 14 2006
A cup of coffee
The elixir of the gods
and such a liar
These names you worship
--they're only fucking actors!
They'll die just like you
It seems strange to be
celebrated for beauty
Who did all the work?
The relative worth
of a dog's left testicle
--that's philosophy!
Please mister ad-man
--I'm anxious to spend my life
buying all your crap
The monotony
of daily trains and papers
This must be limbo
I would much rather
fear the unknown than stagnate
in security
Very tight bra straps
make strange creases--why don't we
just free up your flesh
That's right--I farted
What seems to be the problem?
Nobody was killed
June 21 2006
What if Columbus
had really sailed off the edge?
We might all be free.
How strange. A grown man
sucking his thumb. Where are you
hiding your blanket.
Women are like moths.
The major conundrum is
finding the right flame.
For two cents I would
knock you on your little ass!
This is therapy?
Such beautiful shades
of skin. How dare you believe
them inferior?
A joke about Jews
and pennies--harmless child-stuff?
Fuck you, racist prick!
June 28
It seems that my muse
really enjoys riding trains
Her joy breeds poems
So many bodies
Some carry them like concrete
Some wear them like gold
There's not one moment
of life that I have not squeezed
to drain it's wisdom
I want to see through
the happy dancing puppets
to the hands within
Eyes, lips, tits and ass
Do you know your own power?
I think that you do
The marionette
may be a slave but at least
he can sleep at night
Politics of sex
How quickly the boiling tides
of power can turn
Why, then, all these words?
To tell you my soul has drunk
deeply from my life
David Aronson