The Mezunian

Green as leaves watching my cat sleep all afternoon; green as beans watching my cat roam the room.

Summer exhaust ~ leaves sprinkle shade on white concrete.

You’re concerned about Seattle weather. This is the land of angry, light-deprived grunge music, where rain slickers are couture fashion, where we need espresso by the gallon to stay awake, where old-timers are called “mossbacks” because if you stop moving long enough, the damp green understory swallows you whole. – Bastyr University, who don’t know […]

Accompanying music August moon ~ nothing like this photo.

Mezun wrote this while searching for images related to haiku in the Google Images prefecture. He addressed this to some o’ the poems by young westerners he ran into, who subscribed to the orokaburushitu school o’ haiku that uses minimal imagery & subtlety & usually involves meta commentary ’bout how the writer is just writing […]

bee sting heat leaching all water ice bucket bent o’er spilling why bothers When I’m depressed, I think o’ birds nests. That’s not e’en a metaphor. When life gives you limes, squeeze them into fun shapes. Don’t look undercover for the meaning, my friend: look, I’ll give it to you right here. Beach-scuttling crabs — […]

After 6 —sun’s as full as e’er; just waking —sour smell o’ neglectedhorseradish.

Accompanying music Night breakfast — marshmellow stars meet, then bob ’way.

<That last decade was nothing — you are nothing, & I don’t want you in my park anymo’>. But… <¡Butt!>

& I don’t e’en mind this time— stuffy hair-ridden jacket with itchy zippers, sticky bottom lip stuck with slivers. Time races with feet glued to gooey tarmack, trapped for dour hours in shiny hot cracks. ¿Why keep the pinecones you don’t e’en play with no mo’? ¿& why dream o’ snowcones in the sun? When […]