Sunday, September 28, 2008

Haiku for my bum bear

Thrashing and tearing
a blunderous black bear-ing
trash turned into treats.

Wobbles and pitches
to follow the garbage and
drink down drain ditches.

The bear has no dread,
so full from the spread left spread
all across the yard.

Saturday, September 13, 2008


Hypocrite, yes but not what it seems
Hypocritical, but not an illuminative digression
It isn't a mark on remarkable difference
It won't split the chord on discordant dull harmony

It is all mired there, though it is not far from here
It pervades all there is, in this defenseless mess
In euphonic similarity, it's all that I blame
It isn't the awful, the sinful, the rest
It's everyone here, one murderous blink