snow whips
full-blown cherrytrees
–
he finds a hole
in his heart
snow whips
full-blown cherrytrees
–
he finds a hole
in his heart
Nobuyuki Yuasa’s discussion of the use of ugly words, “haigon,” in haiku tradition (see the responses to “In Search of Himiko’s Palace”) touches on a debate I’ve been having with myself over whether to post a new poem. I’m so starved for any sign of spring in the city that even the smallest things cheer me up. Even what might be the Yuckiest Kigo Ever:
Warm sun! First fucked-out
condoms on the sidewalk!
Can spring be far behind?
Maybe I need to get out of New York for a little while…
Long things beach here:
concrete pylons, railroad ties,
styrofoam swim noodles.
What is a “styrofoam swim noodle”? Here’s a picture: http://www.amazon.com/Water-Log-Swimming-Pool-Noodles/dp/B002H3E8N8/ref=pd_sbs_sg_3
not knowing what to do
about this anger
the moon drifts among the clouds
We bellow it
out the window–
“Oh Danny Boy…”
.
Ducks tussle with egrets
Swooping hawks, crafty crows,
But the seagulls? Gone.