
The best haikus are
The ones that I never
End up writing down
Blast from the Past:
Ode to that great thought
That disappeared when I went
To write it down here.
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The best haikus are
The ones that I never
End up writing down
Blast from the Past:
Ode to that great thought
That disappeared when I went
To write it down here.

Sitting by the fire
Staring into the flames, wondering
Whether I exist
Blast from the Past:
Camping
Where time collapses
Into the fire’s flames

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.

You
Said
You could
You could say you would
Could you
Blast from the Past:
It’s another day,
Another battle. All I
Want is a ceasefire.

Just from the flower,
Smiling at the last butterfly
In atomic rain
Blast from the Past:
You must live with both
Dialoguing with evil
Violence without blood

I saw you
Walk away
Forever
Today I tried out a new form of poem: a reverse haynaku.
Blast from the Past:
Once we were so close
Will you only ever be
Someone I once knew

Time masks its truth of
Becoming a mute guillotine
Or a god for you.
Blast from the Past:
Creeping vines of time
Entwine our lives together
Absorbed into one

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.)