WOBBLY HAIKU
Parading my ignorance
I admitted not knowing how to make sense of the war
I fought for freedom
What will you do to maintain dignity
in your old age
Don't ask
The sound of
new houses going up
Winter rain falls on a homeless man
Advertising executives
you are the slaves
of Advertising
He's in the garage
working on the car
to escape the wife and kids
Jets gulp clean fresh air
Chemically polluted
rain falls
Insects feed on
dead kangaroo
Long red highway through the bush
Before the young woman
the executioner hesitates
for a moment
Red dust under my swag
the moon and stars in my eyes
till dreams
A dove's feather
caught in dead leaves
wind moving one not the other
Stop cutting the flowers
The Buddha
has enough now
Be a human
try not to kill too much
you really don't have to
Were it not for their power
our rulers
would be irrelevant
Four Ibis fly across
dirty cirrostratus clouds
Sun breaks through a hole
Subjects create objects
Objects affect subjects' lives
Time flows on
Silently we stared into the headlights
not knowing what to do.
Train passes in the distance.
Silently we stared into the headlights
not knowing what to do.
Train passes in the distance.
The
equality of death
plagues each and everyone
even those with the most toys
Our equality at birth
is undermined
by our first diaper
Our muse speak
softly
Commonsense roars in the background
Life is at least
love's political equality
or it is wasted
Trying to calculate desire
he lost all
interest
Gravity forces
a violent collapse
Eruptions galore ensue
Orgasms die
on the vine
Neuroses bloom
She got a job
and dreamt of freedom
He lost his job and dreamt of wage-slavery
The Gorgon blocked most of the light
at the mouth of the cave
Fear turned us toward darkness
The silence of a fatal accident
Sirens seduce
from wave pounded cliffs
More and more
texts/calls for attention received from work
More and more sensuous life castrated
Abstraction rules
humans become inhuman
Objects unaware of their creators themselves
Orgasms with your lover
What is as close to perfection as
you'll ever get?
Life is short
Death's forever
Enjoy the here and now
Three o'clock
in the afternoon
Werewolves howl under full moon
Waiting for the wealth
to trickle down
Pat put another coin in the pokie
Monkey see monkey do
Mirror neurons firing
on all fours
Catching flies on green
fields of dreams
Being twelve
It's not a question
of accumulation
Make your sensual moments count
Some things go round
and round
Others go up and down
Black cat likes to lie in the green grass
Sun goes down
Our equality at birth
is undermined
by our first diaper
Our muse speak
softly
Commonsense roars in the background
Life is at least
love's political equality
or it is wasted
Trying to calculate desire
he lost all
interest
Gravity forces
a violent collapse
Eruptions galore ensue
Orgasms die
on the vine
Neuroses bloom
She got a job
and dreamt of freedom
He lost his job and dreamt of wage-slavery
The Gorgon blocked most of the light
at the mouth of the cave
Fear turned us toward darkness
The silence of a fatal accident
Sirens seduce
from wave pounded cliffs
More and more
texts/calls for attention received from work
More and more sensuous life castrated
Abstraction rules
humans become inhuman
Objects unaware of their creators themselves
Orgasms with your lover
What is as close to perfection as
you'll ever get?
Life is short
Death's forever
Enjoy the here and now
Three o'clock
in the afternoon
Werewolves howl under full moon
Waiting for the wealth
to trickle down
Pat put another coin in the pokie
Monkey see monkey do
Mirror neurons firing
on all fours
Catching flies on green
fields of dreams
Being twelve
It's not a question
of accumulation
Make your sensual moments count
Some things go round
and round
Others go up and down
Black cat likes to lie in the green grass
Sun goes down
as the wind picks up
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