Some Haikus From a Fierce Haiku Competition

On Cats:

Soft matrix of meows
Tiny white feet searching for
The right pudgy arm

On Space Jam:

Possessed ducks, rabbits
Lively loons and cute Martians
Shoot hoops with M.J.

On Ducks:

 My roommate's a duck
He eats all my Pop-Tarts but
Does cuddle with me

On Baby Firemen:

Fire rages, screaming
Choking smoke. Tot with hose and
Hat gurgles. Too cute!

Wise Goat:

Smelly, bearded bard
What does it mean that you chew
On my sandal straps?

Talking Tree:

Towering pine tree
Shakes leaves and roars, "My name is
Gnarls. BE MY GIRLFRIEND."

Aliens:

Monstrous black worms fall
From space. Kid with lizard grins
Alone. Says "All mine."

Sometimes I feel like the world is sucking the poetry out of me.

And my disgust with the world and my love of beauty ferments into just frustration. A substance-less, unsatisfying shadow of art.

I need to go to Tibet or space or something.

words summarizing love and life

birth

breath

impatience

sadness

sigh

disappointment

promise

emptiness

frustration

confusion

death

A Yucky Love Poem

a little stream (‘trickling’)

Parisian princess, guitar-whisperer (in fact)

eyes like the -silence of stars, content to breathe

glazed with Something I believe exceeds sunbeams

the brimming tides of your Smiles are a ..soft song

buried! in the moonlit whispers of night

smiles like misty fistfuls of

dream, too wonderful

and when I am with.you

i almost excuse the old grassy poets

for writing of, gentle lips and -love

i too have become ..Obsessed with the

warm religion, of your hands

the angelic anatomy of your eyes

and the Preludes -of your breaths

the Nocturnes of (funny) words that

spill off your tongue

and blossom in my brain

i confess:

i love your flowing midnight hair

your breath, tasting like france. and ‘chocolate kisses’

honeyed with delicious murmers

your freckles, glimmering shadows of stars

your faintly catholic. eyebrows –and wit

the wicked warmth of your skin

and the way i feel it glow—sunny sinfulness

your laughter, wonderful. weird sunset sounds…

your five million faces, each a –painting-

your erotic knees and your flowers of knuckles

your ears and nose and elbows

(i could write an ode to your elbows…)

your heart, and your ribs, and your

Marvelous. Mind

i love even the unsaid songs

which you hide in your head

i love the fact i could ..write a (poem)

about you and never quite be

finished, with it

i love your voice, the celestial sighing

of a brook (ha!) winding

the magical. melody of

a little stream

‘trickling’

i'm back--(for me)

Little blonde man

Two-feet-tall, soft raccoon hands

You’re a funny little gremlin

With a mind like springy sunlight

And amused, animal eyes

Clouded with curiosity like

That of an angelic ape

You remind me of a shadow

Of neurons that still

Reside in my cold skull

Forgetting itself, indignant at everything

Calling for mother

I can feel it dying in my eyes

Ugly old child

Bald, with a coincidental kind of cuteness

With a face burrowing in on itself

Confused, searching eyebrows

You also are disappearing, being replaced with

A wrinkled pile of pudgy pain

You are remembering third grade

All of a sudden—and you

Don’t like it;

Death is like the fear

Of shitting your pants

You remind me of a star

Whose bright white shadow I live in

Whom I race to, blindly

Whom I will stumble into backwards

And my last coherent thought to cling to

Will be the fading glimpse of the

Planet I have left behind.