Haiku clearly

Lacquer our thoughts clearly 
cover all rose petal ideals 
we press into books. 

This dying land...

Farther away is now, right now 'cause then 
Could not wait for your tomorrow, morning 
Has climbed over the mountain pass, just when 
One world would think one was safe, but we cling 

To our arrogance, like a coat of soothing 
Arms that stroke the ego just like you want. 
Though I have returned, ready for touring 
The battlefield that will bring life with this font -- 

A battle of minds, so closely coinciding, want 
The war to end in their favor, though who 
Are they? Who are they with old demands, jaunt- 
ing righteously with blood on their hands? Two 

Minds have I for you, one of benevolence, do 
You know the other doesn't care: here or there, 
Seldom rare of form or ready to just die for few 
Who would break this land apart, and proudly wear 

The wreck of it like a royal family crown! Heir! 
Heir am I to your pallbearing! Where, wait, mourning? 
Mourning for who or what? You dumb snot! I care 
Not for your silly excuse for verses! So let us sing! 

Let us sing! At the top of our throats, let us rain 
typeset on the white pages, let us be with no disdain... 

Watch the flying blades.

It's like this, the hands are fast 
though with a blade extended -- 
a swifter fact is fixed, that splits 
wind like a ghost surrendering. 

Please, please hurry back and 
replace the lost blade of fact -- 
come back and finish this mess 
of business, lest the lie resume... 

Diu Nei

Let's us tarry here -- 
grab rabbit hair 
have it tufted betwixt 
each finger -- lift 
and turn over to meat 
side, pulp side, vulgar 
side. 

Forget the gentle 
rabbit now, the red one 
none watch jump now. 
Forget the tender meat 
seen more clearly now. 

Don't over sharpen your 
central blade for we cannot 
cut as easily as we should... 

We'll make the cuts slow, 
a thousand or so. 

All hail those leaping dogs of snow!

All hail those leaping dogs of snow, 
The furious mess of them! 
Hi, ho and away they go! 

Diggin' bone again as if for a gem! 
Tails, like sails above white ocean drifts 
with sniffs of sniffers saying, "ahem!" 

As they jump off sheepish cliffs, 
Into the wading furs of licy cold 
And bring up bones as if gifts. 

"Leave those there!" you scold, 
And hit hard on the nose, to show 
That it never pays to be so bold! 

All hail those leaping dogs of snow, 
With a furious mess of phlegm! 
Hi, ho and away they go -- 

Over last hills, tails behind 'em, 
Yelping far away. You find an ATM. 

Had half a mind.



The bus came and the bus left and I 

was only half on board and because of that, 

I missed my last chance. 

Opportunity is as fleeting as a leaf 
that has its last hold left to the smallest piece, 
that can still cling to the swaying branch 
that's waving by the buses window seat. 

It was you on the bus and me behind, then 

in the mirror my image reversed and 

you could finally see --
I had only half a mind for you... 

Milkyway shake. 

It's all in the preparation, 
a mixing we cannot avoid -- 
the two sets of spiral arms 
will turn together 
in the blender 
and whirl us into 
a Milkyway shake.