Saturday, April 25, 2009


watching the lump of sugar
absorb the coffee and everything else died
soul was bare. stark
like a stork --still on a desolate plain
black and white.
then you entered my mind again
as if you were always marked.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Simple Song

little girl, did your boy leave?
or did your cat die?
why this grief?
little girl, wipe your eye.

yes, my boy, he left me
and the cat, he died.
and all that i have now
are these tears that i cried.

little girl, there'll be another boy
and your cat, he's a star now.
little girl, look -- a green meadow!
little girl, look -- a brown cow!

and the girl wiped her eyes
and looked out where the sun
sent indifferent rays --
yellow with chrome.

little girl, hold me, please
i will cry now a bit
for the boy that i lost
who only knew how to quit

and i will cry for my cat
may he never have fears.
little girl, all we have
are these transparent tears.

Mercy Haiku

"He was caught like a dog
cowering under a tree!",
they cried .
And the villagers exhaled
and beat the bound thief.
There was one
who did not feel the relief.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Being Haiku

Body withered -- like a tree bark
Mind -- like ashes
I rummage through the pure trash
that was my life.

Pigeon on 54th Street

You were curled to the ground
your chest was swollen,
your wing broken
i bent down to
take in the gray liquid of your eye
Pigeon, can I help?
You looked away in
weak disgust...

I can't even help a dying pigeon die
a painless death
How can I ...
...never mind...
Say nothing.
Always say nothing.
Say less.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

The Green Balloon

he said that
he'd walk the desert sand for me
although i never asked
he said he'd massacre for me
although i never asked
he said he loved me
although i never asked
he said he loved me
although i never asked
he said he loved me
i never asked
over and over
he said it
until i knew
it wasn't true.
not a word.
so i said:
if you love me
keep it short,
keep it short
and get lost.
and i crossed
the street
to where a little girl stood
with a green balloon.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Life Haiku

A bird flew to my feet
to die.
Noone is indifferent to
his/her life.


time stands still.
it's just that days repeat themselves.
so that we can remerber it all
for an instant.
precise and bright.
so that we can recall
the light

Friday, April 3, 2009

For My Father

from a dream about my father:
" are you alive?"
" no. my eyes hurt"

Seven years
since you quit this scene.
You were tired.
And the pain was sharp.
Of seeing this world
through your heart.
Now -- light and relief
for not having to endure
this misprint,
this slip
of the world.
And get hoarse, bored
from shouting at lies.
I always knew it wasn't the heart.
It was always the eyes.


We were seven.
In the basement
the priest's son said:
"I'm in love."
His eyes -- cold.
"With who?"
" You"
And he looked like
a son of a prince.
I ran. Without looking back.
I've been running since.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009


In that empty, dark room
the universe narrowed
to the nape of your neck
where I buried my face.
And the past disappeared
for a fleeting instant
and left no trace.