Category: Daily Haiku

Medieval cities,
Where rich traders gather
Within their walled fort

Blast from the Past:

Discourse and knowledge
Foundation of an ethic
Enchanted moderns

Flapping his mighty wings,
The caged eagle
Must be lonely

Blast from the Past:

Sitting on the train
Here among a crowd, we are
All in this alone

You can’t rush it or chase it.
But sometimes in New York
Peace will find you.

Blast from the Past

Living within the
City’s hollows confined like
Snails into their shells

I am standing here
In front of the horizon
Of why and why not

Blast from the Past:

“What do you want to do today?”
“I want to drive for hours and hours until our car breaks down over the edge of the sunset.
To escape from this world they have built for us.”

Made my resolutions.
Now is the time to go hard
And fail at each one

Blast from the Past:

New revolution
In our random time cycle,
Supposed new me

It is New Years now
I sit here with my girlfriend
I think I’m happy

Blast from the Past:

New Years rolls around.
What is the first thing I do?
Proceed straight to bed.

I must pay my dues
To the real civilizers
Of this world: the ants.

Blast from the Past:

If we are the ants
How do we reach up above
And taste the honeydew?

The ozone layer
Torn cesarean section
That the gods peer through

Blast from the Past:

A prairie full of streams,
Flowers, birds, snakes, and bushes.
Now a factory