one-line linked haiku 5   july 21-24 2003

even more rain

even more rain sooner rather than later and yet later too
black-eyed susans and daisies what they know of each other
a moment of silence for mississippi strom a bit long
shaken from the real daylily the real dew
everything dubya touches turns into dubya
the pain not quite here still i tear up a tear
the she said demeaned the he said defended
larger than the 'prenuptial' 4 billion a month
new on 'tostitos' label 0 grams trans fat
are those little pricks of that big prick loaded with lead
vine at the end of its stake searches the air for a cloud
we listen for a bird any bird when he first arrives
mid-summer shade one cover-up after another dashed
upper level disturbance odor of dill rises from the glads
tho overcast a path toward the hangout of diana butterflies
just grins when a frog jumps into the pond
a cool night the kid's hot chocolate and ice cream
which comes first a messy house or messy nature

notes
5m senator thurmond [1902-2003]
19m hussein family

Lynx 18:3 2003

 

one-line linked haiku 6      july 30-august 4 2003

chill-pill

a lily a day keeps the doctor away & hummers around
the sky turns blue or so it seems
take a wrong turn in war become an american hero
careful dubya the 'log' in your eye grows with every internal wink
rain on more rain blighted tomatoes fried green like the movie
black-and-white warblers & chickadees a wren not to be ignored
scare alert for ferry boats the latest government reelection tactic
bail hearing for 'missing girl' hoax suspect & her other personas
so much to know and more likely not to know the humidity to feel
estranged haiku the dying eyes of a baby snapper
dogwood berries where they once held on
view on the sanctity of marriage with a straight face
the power goes out while i'm out of power
dragonfly bends a reed and leaves
in the kitchen sink things
thunder followed by thunder even the moss covered in moss
truck trouble bridge trouble most of the water troubles fixed
ahead of themselves withered blossoms empty the fallen stalks

note
15m donna walker

Lynx 19:1 2004

one-line linked haiku 7      august 4-7 2003

squawking crows

deep within our humidity squawking crows from yesterday
even though it's always whole a quarter moon full of rock
scraps the ground can't eat go to the neighbor's dog curly
on the homefront a raggedy edge
thunder on the clothes already soaked with it
overnight a lightning bug moved in
a wall with a right-wing spin
will the terminator say my wife won't let me run
four-legged mascots of the two-legged masks
tow truck for an old toyota that's literally put on the brakes
the egg came first but try telling that to the sea-less questioner
hashed and rehashed for ratings when a woman's no means no
morning haze some of it left over from the last thing i remember
dr scholl's black shoes inches from a clean patch of warmth
mostly ready for whatever except winter & bits of summer & fall
milkweeds without monarchs without blossoms
along with the woods the sawmill in flames
cicadas close down the day on themselves

note
16m allegation dismissed

Lynx 19:1 2004

one-line linked haiku 8     december 21-31 2003

program needed

our weapons of mass destruction are where
a third term the 'supremes' could help
unable to tell whether the day really longer
a field of snow if the field weren't covered by snow
orange alert a billion a week weak from a daylily thought
from the governor years late a nice pardon for lenny bruce
another generation blyth-reading poets blythed in the dark
gravity thaws & flows in the old pipe toward the old kitchen
grouped separately on paper as if to resolve the iris garden
still in the woods tho not deep enough to be out
a bit of warmth a mind defensive from yesterday
will that chain ever get smoked
foreign to me i turn up the sound
green grass reappears not on the thermometer
more letters to michael moore from disgusted soldiers
a seventh-afternoon moon brightens dark limbs & a pale blue
inside the shell of a turtle we don't seem to get cabin fever
sweatshirts around the abandoned stove in no hurry

Lynx 19:1 2004


one-line linked haiku 9     january 1-3 2004

rubble cleared

rubble cleared from another country we've run together
movies movies full of language one day might be helpful
crowded out by everything but blue vegetation of a quilt
at arm's length whatever it takes to make spring
since dubya the world's better off says dubya
fashion statement the secret life of furry deaths
thanks for canadian tv the news even-handedish
the trend warm except in the nearest pine
dream-like some of the past tense
when stuff goes wrong up north they say it's gone south
the notebook turned out to have too much writing smeared
between the hills things snuggled in the deep mud and sun
africa with its riches which right-wings could next dub evil
religious contraceptives the full value of women banned
jeez just the thought of a shoot sends a shiver up my spine
swept away from the brown leaves left
clothes on the line to fend for themselves
i edited myself but not the wren flown west

Lynx 19:1 2004

one-line linked haiku 10     january 4-7 2004---

miles of trail

beyond the mainstream almost anything
sunny tenncare ride like forever and a day
copy your fingerprints to ashcroft before asked
sharp stuff by president al sharpton & a tickle to the seriousness
a warm snap yet a can't-do-nothing-about-it-anyway attitude
a bit heavy thin blankets brought in just before the rains
even after several hours of darkness the porch light on too early
again & again the readers of how old basho did it in translation
woody allen as sperm a fear to go where other sperm have gone
a lull in the creative juices tho not forgotten
unopened mail if there's a reply expected
if you wait on the japanese no butterfly till summer
pointed partly toward spring the old truck
a full moon but just a saying of course

Lynx 19:1 2004

one-line linked haiku 11   january 12-16 2004

the sun comes in

new ceramic heaters the power goes out the sun comes in
'female impersonator' on tv too fancy until a knife appears
in symbolic terms red may become as damaged as black
bent down by the snow bamboo hardly grown
for the well-off the economy well-off
juncos slip in and out of everywhere
troubled even through the art flicks
so few on the ark how did the harem theory start
oh the moon to colonize who's the tyrant now
tomatoes in foreign space canned or frozen or neon blue
neatly-turned whistler till dubya's 'missionaries' get done
drained from the day i'll give it another chance tomorrow
rain that didn't show up along with a wandering ladybug
to marry off each poor earthling or send her off to mars
tracks gone warm as grass reappears in a flattened green
a gag order imposed but the air full of leaks
from mother to grandson marble tops & cupids
a rebirth into the shallow arms of matisse

  

one-line linked haiku 12    may 4-12 2004

a fresh start

now that i can go i don't wanna go anywhere
for the prison guards men forced to masturbate
a perfect purple tops a perfect green stem
a wren intent on nest-building intent on way too many ideas
pills to take away the pain but not what really hurts
wanted or not daylily leaves then blooms then matted roots
committee upon committee upon committee will the buck stop
in the old days a smith-corona clacked out the 'unaloud haiku'
inactive the world passes by in bits and pieces of c-span
back to my uncomfortable comfort zone
brief landing a swallowtail flits off in a fit of joy 
if you-know-who's for stuff i'm automatically not 
i could write a book that i could never write
are we in watergate or vietnam or both
border crossing hummers to the sweet things
how deep is the spring that flows 1200 feet to early coffee
if it lasts over four hours see the doctor of male enhancement         
debris melted within dirt melts a heart remains dirt of a mind

one-line linked haiku 13   may 12-16 2004

unbrushed hair

unbrushed hair unraked leaves undropped the other shoe
throughout all the world 'moral authority' run rampant
i sneak past mud purple irises kissed the stolen yellows
'al jazeera' on the net bored it's non-spin
out of their winter bed tadpoles and restless
men's fear of men women clothed head to tip-toe
open doors for the 2nd time a wren flits in
no 'god' to love no 'god' to love me spring dawn
here he goes a haiku boss out to out art again
the seventeenth-year cicada well i don't think they're ugly
after the talking head's rambling quickly only 10 seconds left
a two-toned red hot poker to be a hollow with a mist to be
the sky full of noise a 'sundance' film warns of 'mild violence'
to detainee bodies rumsfeld's clandestine 'do what you want'
lead by my nose to the milkweeds a long time before a bloom
60s slides of rust has each rusted in cardboard boxes
thru part of a house thru part of a window the moon
last year's cayenne peppers way overdue

note
27m seymour hersh in 'the new yorker' re the defense secretary

one-line linked haiku 14     may 16-20 2004

gadgets

fire extinguisher in plain sight if i could work it
great instincts butterflies to sweet williams
little boy with a big stuffed toy walks from his dead home
thunderstorm an inch from the window spooked satellite dish
fight refight rerefight rererefight rerererefight rererererefight
mid-afternoon after a written haiku i believe i'll crash again
100 billion dollars a year just waiting to happen striped violets
more bulldozers clear more room on the 'road to peace'
native geraniums by the woodshed wren nestlings within
would art in asheville blow my mind
my son says what to toss out not knowing
'despicable' 'nonhuman' 'thugs' released in droves
yesterday i decided today i undecided
founding fathers' in masonic values we trust
devastation in gaza bright red
seeds of white cukes still in white papers in a white pail
parliament session protest condoms of cornstarch at tony
all japanese crow poems linked to all japanese crow poems