2025 - The Cracked Door

03/09/25 A New Haiku for a New Day

Ancient corpse rising
From my steps, flaming world that
I always betray.

Blast from the Past:

Empty your storehouse
Unto others as if they
Want your leftovers.

You
Said
You could
You could say you would
Could you

Blast from the Past:

It’s another day,
Another battle. All I
Want is a ceasefire.

Just from the flower,
Smiling at the last butterfly
In atomic rain

Blast from the Past:

You must live with both
Dialoguing with evil
Violence without blood

I saw you
Walk away
Forever

Today I tried out a new form of poem: a reverse haynaku.

Blast from the Past:

Once we were so close
Will you only ever be
Someone I once knew

Time masks its truth of
Becoming a mute guillotine
Or a god for you.

Blast from the Past:

Creeping vines of time
Entwine our lives together
Absorbed into one

I wish I had a
Button I could press to end
All the traffic sounds

Blast from the Past:

A quintessential New York moment:
Cross the street. A car
Whips around the bend, honking
Like I am to blame.

Flowers in full bloom
In front of which everyone
Stands for a selfie

Blast from the Past:

In this city of
Crowds clambering and clanking,
You can feel alone

(This first haiku is about a flower garden I saw in Bangkok. The second one was about New York City.)