Page 58 – The Cracked Door

11/27/24 Haiku for the Day

Come die like we die.
Come and lose yourself with us
Oh Adam of life

Blast from the Past (an aphorism this time):

Life’s complicated but also simple. And sometimes how it can be both at the same is part of its complexity.

An interesting point
To intrude yet
Intrigue your life with

Blast from the Past:

Why catch my brain to
Steady it? Let it roam free
To go where it goes.

Our apocalypse
Will have the indignity
Of fizzling slowly

Blast from the Past:

If the afterlife’s
Endless, then dying now or
Then has the same length.

Sit in a meeting
Solving random math problems:
The puzzle instinct

Blast from the Past:

Stuck here in a meeting
Only my dreams will wonder
These vivacious streets

Playing melodies
In the pattern of shadows
Against the white wall

Blast from the Past:

The wind must be a
Musician, and the trees her
Instruments.

Destroying the grand
Majesty of the blank page
With a squiggly line

Blast from the Past:

Filled with mysteries
Counted, compressed, and punctured
What is a haiku?

So many parts of the world
Assembled
To absorb sweat on my back:

The travels of my t-shirt

Blast from the Past:

Austere ties, vibrant
Music, and yet it is still
A church of hunger

I’d still haggle for
The price of an umbrella
After the rain stopped.

Blast from the Past:

Once you burn the wood,
The fire goes right out, so with
Cheating on others

I want to travel
To the land where the fireflies
Are eating rhinos.

Blast from the Past:

I have my dreams here,
If only I could force myself
To believe in them

There where the world ends,
Even there stands the promise
Of a great rainbow

Blast from the Past:

Journeying to the
Eight corners of the cosmos,
The butterfly flies