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03/15/25 A New Haiku for a New Day

Beautiful pictures
But lacking any sense of
Self and sympathy

Blast from the Past:

A picture’s worth a
Thousand words, but a film’s worth
A thousand pictures.

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.