Silence is so accurate. Mark Rothko
the above is fog
not a mark rothko painting
but they are cousins
fog and mark rothko ku
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Tag Archives: faux haiku
oddkus
one three five seven
odd numbers e’en intervals
hey, what are the odds?
.
wake up and feel odd
once vertical things e’en out
stay vertical, friends
.
e’en at its darkest
half our planet is dazzling
when seen from above
.
“what’s with the E’ens, Gair??”
“for the punchline, friend: even
Even can be odd.”
peptalkkus
determinationku
determination:
YOUR determination is
indeterminate.
.
youcandoitku
adversity is
your whetstone. you sharpen up
when you clash with it.
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makethebadbetterku
what a mess! –so what?
pick up ONE sock–cry Victory!
DON’T add to the mess. 🙂
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changefocusku
yes, you have problems.
someone out there is worse off.
how might you best help?
.
laughallthewaythroughku
warren zevon said
“enjoy every sandwich”
with mere weeks to live.
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thankyoubobdiniroku
“you talkin’ to me??”
YES, YES, whoever you are.
need a hug? hee go!!
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Note: When my daughter was a toddler, she said “Hee go” when she was trying to say “Here you go.” I found that immensely endearing.
misplacedtrustkus
he warned of a snake/”I’m a snake–wha’d you expect?”/guess who is the snake?
to the victors go/the spoils. victory at all costs. hey–/remember pyrrus?
mass deportation/not only of brown people/but of sanity
i do not have the right/to remain silent in the face/of this travesty
trickortreatkus
prostitution rocks/on halloween when trick and/treat are the same thing
the containers kids/use for candy are the or/iginal loot bags
a solar-powered/witch’s broom is tricky tech/lunar power’s worse
a bag of sweet treats/needs preventive dentistry’s/tooth preservation
happy all soul’s eve/may your tricks be solvable/your treats delicious
topperbouquetku
fedoraku
headwear for gumshoes/impractical and stylish/some banded some plain
fedoraku2
on redondo pier/my then love fedora’d me/so adorably
capku
seed corn politics/ball teams philosophies all/on billboard foreheads
roundwearku
oliver hardy/wore a derby but patrick/macnee a bowler
tangentialechoku
a bowling champ goes/to the kentucky derby/and says “whoops–wrong hat”
broombouquetku
one bristle cannot/sweep worth a darn. teamwork and/elbow grease succeed.
a new broom sweeps clean/a middle-aged broom struggles/old brooms look nasty
when the floor is wet/a painterly sweep pattern/becomes visible.
groomed broom vacuum doom/particulate settlements/of dust and°or/skin
updatingkus
by yesterday’s end/plus nine and a halfish hours/i ended up here
and the earth has moved/nine hundred thou k toward/sagittarius
and the trump v harris/debate that will rock the world/is three days away
and i am a week/and nine days into my new/seventies decade
and three along with/its multiples is still the/prime mover number
einekopfenachtmusikku
(to Brenda Anna)
the doc lulled me then
twist-snapped my head. a
ver
teb
ral
ar
pejh
jhee
oh!
Afterword: this faux haiku is based on a doctor’s visit I’d had over twenty years ago, a first visit with a doctor in my PPO network. I had reported neck problems of pain and severely limited range of motion. He had me lie face- up on the examining table and positioned himself behind my head, gently rocking my head as if it were a bowling ball, saying a few lulling words in a monotonous voice, and just as I became 100% relaxed he quick-as-lightning twisted my head at least 75 degrees. My upper vertebrae crepitated big time, both audibly and tactilely. Flash forward to about an hour ago, and the sudden remembrance of that event, and I wondering if I could synopsize it in seventeen syllables with the last two words being “vertebral arpeggio.” That musing turned into what you have just read.
hesikus
hesi? half a word./the other half was never/delivered due to
hesitation. the/hesitant often later/do hesitance pen
ants never seem to/hesitate, going hither and yonder/on crucial missions.
