Fiery leaves ~
summer October.
Fiery leaves ( ahora veo colores estoy yendo más alto creo que prenderé un incendio forestal )
2021 October 30
Posted in Haiku, Senryu y amigos, Poetry
changing leaves [ DIE ZEITEN ÄNDERN SICH ABER ER VERGISST NUR ]
2021 October 8
Hiding
’mong the changing leaves ~
anarchist stump.
The Pumpkin-Colored Rock [ VERGISS NICHT DER STERBEN VERGISS NICHT DEINEN FREUND DEN TOD ]
2021 October 1
1 day walking home from the store I spied a pumpkin-colored rock sitting where no one else would find it in a plot o’ dirt by the highway. I picked it up with the intention o’ taking it home; but as I lifted it I turned it o’er & saw on its brown underbelly the bone-white words, “HE DIED FOR YOU”.
I turned it back o’er & left it where I found it so that other close explorers in the area might discover its arcane secret.
limited time [ VERZWEIFELT HARTNÄCKIG KLAMMERT SICH WIE EIN SANDKORN ]
2021 September 20
Autumn maples ~
available
for a limited time.
Posted in Haiku, Senryu y amigos, Poetry
flat gainst the tarmac [ GESICHT NIEDER AUF DEN BODEN SIE SAGT DASS DIES NICHT WEH TUT ]
2021 September 3
Rust-skied Saturday ~
flat gainst the tarmac
green pop bottle.
Posted in Haiku, Senryu y amigos, Poetry
Summer’s end ( más que esto una vez más como una bala como una amiga dime ¿puede esto ser todo lo que hay? )
2021 August 27
Summer’s end ~
the smell o’ dead grass;
the mower growls.
Posted in Haiku, Senryu y amigos, Poetry
black birds hold parade ( su miseria y odio nos matarán a todos así que pintalo negro y retiralo… )
2021 August 20
Hothaze sky ~
black birds hold parade
calling fall…
Posted in Haiku, Senryu y amigos, Poetry
Decadent summer [ DEKADENZ IST NICHT EINFACH ¿ODER? ]
2021 August 13
Decadent summer ~
blissful ants
butterdrowned.
Posted in Haiku, Senryu y amigos, Poetry
el placer perverso ( grotesco soy un ambulante bolso del cuerpo )
2021 July 11
Noche sofocante ~
el placer perverso en
mis solo amigos,
los hormigos, que nadar en
refresco plano canceroso
y que arrastrarse en
helato de dulce de azúcar de diabetes de edad de día.
normal
2021 July 2
boring bill thinking he’s fill o’ the till
pushing all his pills into our tongues
thinking he’s younger than the sun
thinking he’s too gun for buns without sesame seeds
callin’ me jeeves when i don’t please
speakin’ he false got null fleas pease
porridge in the pot
not past expiration date jake
