The hummingbird said to me that day,
<Just whistle & I will fly you ’way>;
but I couldn’t whistle,
but only make pathetic puffy-lip spurts,
& so it left me to be devoured by vultures.
The hummingbird said to me that day,
<Just whistle & I will fly you ’way>;
but I couldn’t whistle,
but only make pathetic puffy-lip spurts,
& so it left me to be devoured by vultures.
but I didn’t color within the lines.
If I weren’t so afraid o’ hidden poop
I’d roll round in the grass all afternoon.
springpeace day ~
a microgarden
in sidewalk
gray april ~
a worm squirms up to
a grown man’s backpack
vacant parking lot
adorned by
sun & rain
<aún miro bokiabierta>, dijo susan,
<komo un joben pájaro, insatisfecho,
para una kosa ke me a eskapado>.
rainy late afternoon
outside my blinds
seagull sounds
from my office chair
Spring infests ~
afternoon traffic,
this ol’ frog.
En mi refujio nuklear
en ke me rekuperaba de
el kaso de “C++”,
ojeaba biejos kuadernos
y leí un mensaje de me de 2015
ke adbirtió kontra
“la tiranía de 2015”,
a ke solo pude responder,
<Tengo malas notisias de 2020…>.
In my fallout shelter,
recuperating from
my case o’ C++,
I flipped through ol’ notebooks
& read a message from 2015 me
that warned gainst
“la tiranía de 2015”,
to which I could only respond,
<I have bad news ’bout 2020…>.
Also, as I was trawling through my ol’ blog posts, seeing what haiku I’d forgotten to post, I came ’cross this brilliant work o’ art & began to worry that people might think I’d plagiarized Kanye West’s magnum opus, which I hadn’t heard yet, only to realize that this predated “Lift Yourself” by o’er a year. Though it’s unlikely, I like to imagine Kanye happened ’pon my weird-ass obscure blog ( perhaps he was an EarthBound fan & was looking up info on it & stumbled ’pon the blog post I’d published a li’l mo’ than a week before ) & took inspiration from that poem, knowing that this blog was too obscure for anyone to find out.
Well, I did. & I’m-a comin’.
Frosty March ~
huddled together
winter pinecones.