The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
Instead of a daily haiku, today I decided to write two aphorisms:
Many things would be far more interesting to see consume the world than hate.
If the world must be consumed by hate, I’d like it to be a much more interesting hate than this.
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
This poem didn’t
Have time for
The endless merchants,
Those too poor to leave,
All of the beggars,
Or the many maids
Cleaning up after we had gone
Blast from the Past:
Bureaucrat capitalists:
Arriving to save the day
Perfectly “neutral”
I thrive in the place
That you have called a wasteland,
Beyond your confines
Blast from the Past:
I hope you can stay strong
In your fake empire
Atop your fortress of loneliness
Hair stood up, chapped lips,
Foggy brain, drooped eyes, parched throat,
Itchy crotch, moist socks
Posthumous title: Several Days in InternationalĀ Airports
Blast from the Past:
Lines of bright roads on
The dark landscape, like the veins
Of their society
I am a haiku
In search of a meaning to
Attach myself to
Blast from the Past:
I tried including
So much into this haiku,
It had no meaning.
Your beacon of hope
Within rough waters gathers
The clouds become storms.
Blast from the Past:
The sun twirls the earth
Around like a mouse trapped by
A cat’s playful paw
Clouds of brief sadness
Come and go, sprinkling bouts of
Rain into my soul
Blast from the Past:
Perhaps in despair
Of the wilderness, I will
Craft a new idol.
Vast expanse of sand
Small clay lines of rise, huts from a
Once vibrant village
Blast from the Past:
Inequalities
With ancient roots, reproduced
In each new era