Come Into my kitchen You will be cold Even the twigs Can never make you comfortable You will laugh to light Their embers For what boiling sausage And your glass needs washing A chain dangles low The chicken leg Is out of place Pull yourself out of this The future appears So you are confused Where or when are you Time and place confused Repetition is continuous Only turning off Just to start again But in the next room A thousand generations Set up silent shop Windows open Breezes flow in to out Fundamental language Echoes But you just smell The signage of smoke
No Light in Sight
There were no lights But burning wicks And delights Dry fetid sticks Should you write Not in braille Yet lacking sight Might you fail Then a battle to progress Shake a rattle To win success Leave the cave No climate change The al fresco rave Time is strange
Hex Marx the Spot
Smart ass Being crass Alas Snide Is a ride Decried I’ll decide Choke on culture Enjoy a rapture Say goodbye to nature A mother sage Can’t rebuke Her child’s presage Time is a joke Until you croak Who spoke? Bowels and trowels Unread books Landfills for schnucks
Sailing on Soupy Seas
Money tickles Toes who knows How money grows Baseball Analogy of sexuality After all Dentition an Illusion Chewing confusion The aromas of cooking Defeat language When eating not reading Politicians play Well not really Dig what they say, really? Sexuality Reality Fealty
A Young Man Opts Haiku
Define pleasure A treasure Unable to measure Physicians Ignore time Sublime statisticians Sleep can't erase a face So do it Makeup can erase it Drinking and writing Seems exciting Watch who you are citing Spaces there are Making it funny When legs are crumbly Why a time When all answers rhyme But questions commit crime
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It’s Eighty Years
It’s eighty years
In the basement
Mixing fears
In a lubricant
In an air raspy
Laying on a brass bed
Never wispy
Nor by government misled
Talkin bout a boxer
Lecturing the snobs
Mother maybe bobby soxer
Twisting recording knobs
So that greasy oil
Maintained a croaky sound
Time yet not could spoil
He did get around
The Lady in the Liquor Store
The lady in The liquor store I can't begin I had her in for Her reaction My faint glance In a fraction Breaths not pants A boundary Of thoughts All around me And she thwarts To grow Into a size You know Subtle disguise But flaxen fluxing Hair with thinness Distracting My fulfilledness
When Beethoven was a Child
When beethoven was a child
God came to him
To tame the wild
Of his rhythm
But gods disguise
Fooled ludwig
Thinking otherwise
Not caring a fig
He wrote beyond
Any excuses
Witnessing the pond
Of froggy juices
So made blind
Luigi switched sides
To only remind
Where god resides
In sonorosity
Sensual confusion
He forgot deity
Divinely writing in profusion
Do you hear a haiku here?
Do you hear a haiku here?
Uno
Which sound
Lochs my ground
On keys? Respond
Phonic fountain
Potatoes au gratin
Nutrition audition
String fingers
Stick it to
The orchestra
Due
She gives us
Death slowly
No fuss
Erato-reality
Too much time
Finding keyes
Who could climb
Musicalities
So no big jumps
Just themes
Marking humps
Proto memes
Tre
Tickle for
An explosion
The piano score
Exposition
Conglomerate
Sounds, emotions
perseverate
Experience explosions
So the pianoforte
Greets orchestral
When he oughta
Call em, imperial
Do Birds Hear
Do birds hear the
Dying or do they
Just fly over them
Laughing If they are human