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.
Light spring rain ~
just a dandelion
tortured to death.
Late February…
& squandered fog —
O, how squandered…
So cozy is the evening o’ the year;
but the new year…
it’s opening blinds to blinding light
& yanking all the blankets off me…
¿Why?
The grandest meal that lasts is that last supper
cooked warm on death row.
But now
I’m leased to nothing but the clear-skied breeze.
& the’ain’t e’en any leaves.
But wind…
Accompanying music ( courtesy o’ Video Game Music HQ ):
Halfway ’tween
winter & spring ~
rainbow road.
Cold new year ~
the drug my nose needs —
white ice.