The Mezunian

Die Positivität ist das Opium des Volkes, aber der Spott ist das Opium der Verrückten

Sie wussten nicht, dass es Valentinstag war

While a cold, heartless month like January gets to stuff its face with 31 whole days,

¿a lovely month like February only gets 28 —

& maybe 29 when there’s an extra crumb?

Proof o’ the cruel capitalism o’ reality.

Bleak & cold

gray morns warm my heart ~

month o’ love.

Im Schatten des Tal des Todes,

sie schneiden uns die Handgelenke und schicken uns in den Himmel ~

die erste Blume nach der Flut.

Posted in Deutsch, Haiku, Senryu y amigos, Poetry

Day o’ Rest in Peace

( Note: due to internet outages, this poem comes 1 week after the event ).

Accompanying music

Sunday morn in peace ~

lone, pieces fall together.

February snow.

Sunday day in pieces ~

e’en the tree I’ve known fore’er

falls dead.

Not so silly anymo’ ~

a fir’s yellow scarf.

Me dejaste aquí como un contorno de tiza

en la acera esperar para la lluvia lavarse, lavarse.

Sigues volviendo al lugar del crimen,

pero los muertos no pueda hablar y no queda nada decir, de todos modos.

Those were the words I heard in summer 2012,

when 1st I learned that no foundation keeps its build;

higher than 5 years following, you remind me

the prophesy forgotten fell fulfilled.

Posted in Española, Haiku, Senryu y amigos, Metered, Poetry