haiku, maui, isis

         
Waiʻanapanapa
     
           halleakala

                     balloon in birth rain



for Isis
written May 2000

on Maui...in Haiku!

Majestic PoorLand

french drains
put in where
self mockery
never rains

much less
feeds a fake dynasty

that dines
on our nasty

wade ink

capitulate on principal
interest drags
frame clear off sidewalk

the eye bank
rolls,
we're proved.

gain requires.
volume subsumes.
pleasure balances,

unfair
makes
earth.

behind nsa tines

mind the chatter and pass the platter mr nsa
nickled and dimed on the end of a tine
"to rage, to set on fire------"
obsolete, "to shut in or enclose"
jays shriek bloody crow murders all around also cats
&a hawk hunting the freerange chickens
"troubled or distressed"
so LIKE a teen, pushing every idea
around the plate mrs nsa
with a digital fork
who's behind the times of tiney devil prongs
whose behind indeed,
caterwauling "Ne was there slave,
                              ne was there medicine
                              That mote recure their wounds;
                              so inly they did tine"
a spear for each gleaning
the thresher in our granary
sifting, combing our tun of info
far after the fact
pointeth out little red hen to those who only want to eat
our privacy and give none back.

behind nsa tines

mind the chatter and pass the platter mr nsa
nickled and dimed on the end of a tine
"to rage, to set on fire------"
obsolete, "to shut in or enclose"
jays shriek bloody crow murders all around also cats
&a hawk hunting the freerange chickens
"troubled or distressed"
so LIKE a teen, pushing every idea
around the plate mrs nsa
with a digital fork
who's behind the times of tiney devil prongs
whose behind indeed,
caterwauling "Ne was there slave,
                              ne was there medicine
                              That mote recure their wounds;
                              so inly they did tine"
a spear for each gleaning
the thresher in our granary
sifting, combing our tun of info
far after the fact
pointeth out little red hen to those who only want to eat
our privacy and give none back.

food of design

i don't know what dance the leaves take
from wooden shelves as yet still tree
&joyously so, under saw's time
backstepping an hour here then there
for banker farmer plot puncher types
confusing even the mixing pots of colors
for the cottonwouldrather
&cede her of leb, anon, downright dirtnap
spiraling flutter to the underbrush
sans wind, the slowly disengaging  remonstrance
multi-hued dragonskinflakes
spent their unfurled becomings
called springing not for nothing, as calibrated
to niche-fill with sensors
feeding light, making food, until sun daily
drifts less by solar thrust
jetisoned plasma parts from the primary furnace
all detritus in a scheme-ier grandiose farce
for floor feeds the feet of dancers
leaping bruise machines artfully
bespeckled, mauve blue ochre &vermillion
beard keeps coming over the moon, between sunraises,
lop lop the ends are topped
caw caw day hour is not late, if murk
seems to take the sky
at four thirty things are known
in and of portland
luck takes cover to recover full light
mirror-clause. miracles,
actualized anomaly
devoid of instruction
inscrutable only in detail

food of design

i don't know what dance the leaves take
from wooden shelves as yet still tree
&joyously so, under saw's time
backstepping an hour here then there
for banker farmer plot puncher types
confusing even the mixing pots of colors
for the cottonwouldrather
&cede her of leb, anon, downright dirtnap
spiraling flutter to the underbrush
sans wind, the slowly disengaging  remonstrance
multi-hued dragonskinflakes
spent their unfurled becomings
called springing not for nothing, as calibrated
to niche-fill with sensors
feeding light, making food, until sun daily
drifts less by solar thrust
jetisoned plasma parts from the primary furnace
all detritus in a scheme-ier grandiose farce
for floor feeds the feet of dancers
leaping bruise machines artfully
bespeckled, mauve blue ochre &vermillion
beard keeps coming over the moon, between sunraises,
lop lop the ends are topped
caw caw day hour is not late, if murk
seems to take the sky
at four thirty things are known
in and of portland
luck takes cover to recover full light
mirror-clause. miracles,
actualized anomaly
devoid of instruction
inscrutable only in detail