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03/27/25 A New Haiku for a New Day

Let that brittle wind
That tells you you don’t belong
Blow the other way.

Blast from the Past:

Yes, the emperor
May have no clothes but wait until
You realize that
Everyone has been naked this whole time

The Mall

Cold, sterilized air
Shops selling their combos of
Flavored sugar flour
What country even is this?
Does it make a difference?

Blast from the Past:

Markets, malls, online,
Peddling the same old stuff
Under the setting sun.

Race of suitcases
Flurry of sandals and heels
Leaving the subway

Blast from the Past:

Sitting on the subway,
Buried in the exhausting
World of franchises

Bold city skyline
Trying to become something
New under the sun

Blast from the Past:

Gazing at the skyline
Contemplating the fall of
Capitalism

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.

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.)

Over the hustle of cars and people,
A lone train softly glides by,
Dividing the flurry
From the still high-rises above

Blast from the Past:

Nomadic, exile,
Traveling, adventurous,
Migrating movement

Sitting on your throne
Made of oxhorn, conch, and stone
Alone in your world

Blast from the Past:

In time even the
Wind will give an answer to
Gravity’s promise

Sowing bombs
Lingering fury at the poor
Seeds of destruction

Blast from the Past:

As the earth consumes
Me, fever and loss are all
That can protect me.