Haiku: 31 to 37

31
look – a concrete sky
don’t tell me not to worry
earth is wet cement.

32
look – a concrete sky
coloured like a newspaper
every inch as bleak.

33
look – a concrete sky
for atheists a monday –
fridays kept for prayer.

34
look – a concrete sky
we stay inside on tuesday,
sweating all day long.

35
look – a concrete sky
it’s scaring everybody –
money just won’t work.

36
look – a concrete sky –
who do i remind you of –
you fucking asshole.

37
look – a concrete sky –
now i know that God exists,
only my opinion.

Haiku: 22 to 30

22
i hear centipedes
undulating in the light,
now you in the dark.

23
a dog in the road
dragging garbage behind him
covering his tracks.

24
the praying mantis
loses his head then the rest –
without one regret.

25
i can’t wait to die –
wait, i don’t really mean it
these drugs must be good.

26
you see the Buddha
in your eyes i see Jesus
is one of us blind?

27
all the dying kids
scarred and scared in hallway beds –
why am i alive?

28
say the dog ate it,
explain it to saint peter –
the dog ate your life.

29
don’t crow about it
i can’t talk about your cock –
can’t you see i’m straight?

30
take out the garbage
let’s eat chips and watch tv
pretend we’re married.

Haiku: 15 to 21

15
she is ninety-three:
it’s like eating her breakfast
every ten minutes.

16
you are my sunshine
or maybe melanoma –
you’ll never know, dear.

17
children play baseball
with no metaphor in sight –
they don’t look lonely.

18
oh, go buy a car
spare me your marxist bullshit,
drive yourself to death.

19
jet li a buddhist,
donnie yen plays piano –
tough is not enough.

20
a pie in the sky –
you had better not eat it,
we are all hungry.

21
July is over –
we prayed for summer weather
because we’re insane.

Haiku: 8 to 14

8
his ear was returned
with no forwarding address:
vincent is depressed.

9
beneath the lightbulb
the eye of a potato
scans dirty dishes.

10
my mother is dead
like my father and sister –
now i know the way.

11
there is more than flesh
- even i will admit it -
but still, there is flesh.

12
a tattoo of death
brilliant image on my skin
but a poor likeness.

13
i remember you
the only fish in the sea:
i became ahab.

14
i’m fishing today
since yesterday got away
today looks tiny.

Haiku: 1 to 7

1
saturdays by phone
i hear lambs in his kitchen
a light year away.

2
you are a good man:
if murder brought peace of mind
i’d kill you today.

3
i upset his cart,
then helped upset it again,
then stopped helping him.

4
guns don’t kill people,
americans kill people –
we apologize.

5
life is so dirty –
i don’t mean as in fucking
dirty like shopping.

6
your mouth to my ear
the mirror displays your ass
i envy myself.

7
our brilliant police,
you invented ‘death by cop’–
who can stop you now?