Fry-Write Apology Haiku

Apology Haiku

 

The past is my fault.

I'll take Viet Nam upon

my shoulders tonight.

Week Nine Poems

Number Five. Number Five. Five:

An Obsessive Compulsive Confession

Five clicks of the finger,

Five eyebrow raises this morning,

Five footsteps forward,

Five typewriter fingers tapping a lot,

Five times I wash them,

Five leg-slaps times Five,

Five lifts of the thigh,

Five knee twitches, Five more,

Five inhalations in a row,

Five times my eyelids dive,

Five conversations with women believers,

Five water faucets,

Five shopkeepers that are upset,

Five cracked and green tiles,

Five times I slept yesterday,

Five times I ask directions,

Five times I misspeak,

Five times I misplace something,

Five times I go underneath,

Five: I forget my mind,

Five Is The Color

Of My True Love's Hair.

The Unbearable Fiveness of being.

Number five times Number Five.

"Number Five. Number Five. Five."

Paper Ash Trays

White powder and used volcanic eyeshadow

and bugsplat eyeliner.

Or night time sunglasses.

Chalky insides and Korean black food decay

and dark bleeding ink.

Or a cutting glass evening.

Ashy molasses and swarming burnt eyebrow-hairclumps

and smeared black space.

Or my Hemingway shot glass.

Burnt tips of cigarettes and their black sisters

and spreaded-out ash flecks.

Or the ash tray.

Week Eight

Jonastown is a Poem: Town Hall Slogans

Voting will begin tomorrow at 9:00 a.m. and end at 11:00 p.m.

A) Jonastown is the oil from

My hands that bumps something

Or that I slap down.

B) Jonastown is halfway between

Wife-beating and Masturbation.

Usually the ones who live here

Are men ages 12-55 & mermaids.

C) If Jonastown doesn't have

Any boxing matches, it's no good.

D) Is it Jonastown if it doesn't explode?

I don't think so, and neither does

Ray Charles (Blind Prophet of the South).

E) Jonastown is where Elvis (male, 18)

Was born.

F) Jonastown is something

That is coughed up.

G) Jonastown is an everyday affair

For a few.

H) Jonastown's hotels are full!

Come back later if you feel yer

Odds are better than 4:1!

I) Jonastown is busiest when

The gutters are full and

All the lights are on.

J) In Jonastown, yer

Either seller or consumer.

Sisypha's Initation: Extended Haiku

Sisypha steps forth

toward the knob on the door,

forward to water.

In a cotton dress,

white with holes on the side; grass:

No red anymore.

She has liquid flicked

upon, sort of, with a pour-

dousing-ish effect.

Made with ladybugs,

the field feels funny, itchy,

but so fabulous.

Walking away from,

she hopes her grandmother feels

sick for making her.

Now she is alone,

by herself in the field now.

This is it: okay.

The Great Lakes In Macedonia Will Hear My Groan; They Shall Know My Ferocity!

This Pen's a weapon.

Literally, I killed my

neighbor with it.