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