5-7-5 (take one-hundred-and-seventy-six : the spaceman)

there are no conflicts
or wars upon my planet
nor have we mirrors

Behold The Regal Pamplemousse!

“behold the regal pamplemousse!”
said Pierre to his friends
“it’s top is in its bottom
and has horns on both his ends,
there’s wings upon its yellow face
but sadly it can’t fly
though if you squeeze him hard enough
he’ll spit right in your eye”

Incomplete Stanza In An April Rainstorm

the cello played the rain
on Friday down the window pane
and as each droplet raced
I with my finger traced
the outline of a memory
brought forth out from my reverie
and the image that appeared
turned to you.

5-7-5 (take one-hundred-and-seventy-five : Auguste Herbin)

red holds the green close
whilst orange of many hues
kiss the blues away

Acrobatty

blind drunk on a tightrope
hanging from a tree
slipping and a slopping
feeling rubbery
I have my face on backwards
and both feet in my hands
if I fall down skywards
who knows where I’ll land

World Penguin Day Haiku

puh puh puh puh puh
puh puh puh puh puh puh puh
pick up a penguin

5-7-5 (take one-hundred-and-seventy-four : scraps)

I empty my mind
and attach cohesive thoughts
to pieces of dreams

bubo bubo

out in the woods
where the wild boars meet
and rustle
I came across him staring
up among the fear dressed trees
a gaze as dead as stone
and twice as still
passed through me
and a primordial shiver
tingled
within the deepest
oldest and hidden corners
of my psyche
a remembrance
though not strictly mine
of skyfalling, worldending
blood and claw,
the passing millenia
may have turned the tables
somewhat
but this is his realm
and in it
I am but prey

5-7-5 (take-one-hundred-and-seventy-three : clearing)

the chaos is gone
clarity shines brightly now
because of your touch

a day out

we wanted to go to the seaside
but the rainclouds had other ideas
so instead ’twas a wonderful weekend
wandering around Ikea.