The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
The monkey plays among
The mangrove trees, flapping its
Strange, enormous nose
(Yesterday I saw hibiscus monkeys, which are strange-looking monkeys here living in mangrove forests.)
Blast from the Past:
Maybe orchids hate beauty,
Becoming so beautiful
So that they do not have
To engage with the beauty of others
Mall Christmas jingles,
Announcing the arrival
Of capitalism
Blast from the Past:
A merry Christmas
To all, whether you do or
Do not celebrate
(For anyone who noticed that I have posted haikus in the last few days, I left my laptop on an airplane. I got it back, but for a few days, I was computer-less and thus unable to log in. I wrote a haiku a day over the last few days, but now that I am back, you’ll see me slowly start to post them over the next few days.)
Bungling populist
Bloke you can get a drink with
Bountiful evil
Blast from the Past:
Just a sinister
Attempt to build a cult of
Personality
We didn’t start the fire,
But we profit from the smoke.
Dancing in its flames.
Blast from the Past:
What is this world?
It’s a world of fire and salt
Where nothing is real
Unless it is in ashes
Take a college degree.
Wrap it in a crisp shirt
And seal it with a tie
For the next several months, knead out all of its creativity
As it seeks to rise from its station
Roll it with trivial tasks
Until its spread thin across your pan
Then, once you can’t stretch it anymore without tearing
Fire it in your ovenRecipe for a white collar worker
Blast from the Past:
Gain your employment
Earn your opportunity
To obtain freedom
I wanna
Sleep through the night,
Sleep through the day,
Sleep through the sun,
Sleep through the rain,
And then wake up to
Go back to sleep again
Blast from the Past:
My paradise sleeps
And finds me in
My dreams.
I sit in your box
Wondering how I can move
Beyond these tall walls
Blast from the Past:
Life’s a chocolate
Box, unsure what you’ll get, but
Each has freaking coffee.
I rush everywhere
From even the slightest drop
Of any caffeine
Blast from the Past:
Thoughts come then depart
I try and gather them, but
They scatter leaving…
Pulled in so many
Directions. Do this. Do that.
Forced through the motions
Blast from the Past:
We must return to
Ourselves after long stretches
To renew our soul
Outside in the heat
On a persistent quest to
Remain hydrated
Blast from the Past:
Winter beach: lilting waves,
Icy wind, quiet: No one’s dumb
Enough to be here.