Haiku #307

They’ll vote ‘cause it’s free 

Gene-tweaked for society 

Hopelessly happy 

Haiku #306

Awake, ye olde bones!

Blow truth past your tongues of dust,

Shield us from what’s fey.…

Haiku #305

We no longer ask,

Where have all the flowers gone.

Why? Do we now know?

Haiku #304

Early on you learn:

Love doesn’t make folk immortal 

And your turn will come.

Haiku #303

Take care if you’d learn 

Knowledge is both boon and bane

Wisdom’s earned through pain 

Haiku #302

Let this sleep not end

Darkness breeds the dreams I need 

Light births but folly

Re-Ignition

Unleash your feelings,

Bare your heart and all its parts,

Reach out to those around as

Passion consecrates the ground.

Then when you find it,

(Have no doubt: you will)

Re-ignite your soul’s coals

With a sentient spark from 

Life’s eternal sacred flame!

Haiku #301

Sound in a whirlwind 

Some humming art that confounds

Its proofs slyly styled

Haiku #300

When the hawk’s wings sing

Heroes rise as berserks born

Sound now battle horns…

Haiku #299

Alphabets don’t speak

Singly or in unison 

‘Til you fix with glyphs 

Haiku #298

Killers, cold and gaunt

Their hunger piqued by the dark 

Swim the fog like sharks 

Haiku #297

Play your last act through 

Lose your love to angry truth 

Then seek peace in lies

A Maudlin Demise

Make no mistake, 

Death shouldn’t be messy.

It’s best approached 

With trained tastes, 

Subtle sensibilities, 

A certain innate feel

For nuance, a sense of 

Grace.

Now,

Elvis died on a 

(Porcelain) throne,

Without a shred of 

Dignity, though he 

Passed away at home. 

Had he known just how 

He’d go, his last snap:

Slumped, fat and flabby,

He would’ve noshed

On loperamide, the 

Higher to drive the 

Chances of dying 

With his pants on. 

Could he’d’ve chosen 

Where he’d sigh his last 

And, mayhap too, picked

Some other beating heart 

For company and closure, 

(Though truth to tell, were 

We off to Heaven or to

Hell, amidst packed kin

Or in cold solitude,

Alone do we all leave.)

With a backstage pass 

To the eternal show,

The King left this plane,

Eschewed his corpse,

Jumped that last hoop

But, before he left, he 

Had a nice warm poop. 

Nowadays

Your banker’s a wanker,

Your wife’s hooked on dice.

Your kids (that survived) 

Are lawyers by day

And head-hunters 

By night, high on the 

Government dole.

Nothing you own is

Worth being sold,

Your work’s sub-par 

Even for waste.

To top it all off,

Your thoughts they are stale,

And your every shot at

Suicide fails.

Menial Hexercise

First, relax.… That’s it.

Now, cave in through your nose.

Nice and slow.… Good. 

Now cave out through your mouth. 

Repose.

Repeat.…

Haiku #296

Life’s all robust rhythm 

A lusty beat on repeat 

‘Til its echoes end.…

Haiku #295

Shall we loose the waves, 

Cleanse ourselves from Earth’s live crust

As if “why” was “must?”

Haiku #294

Human slavery 

A practice that won’t stay dead 

Soul sales won’t either 

Who Needs Nothing

If you give up your life, you’ve really given nothing at all, certainly not anything that you won’t end up losing at some point anyway. So, if you do give up your life, what do you have to show for it? Your absence. And what is absence if not nothing?

Haiku #293

Never and a day 

The bulk of lives go that way 

Rough roads to follow 

Presumption

By the stars, we

Congratulate

Each the other for 

Surviving to see

Yet another new 

Year, as if we’d

Built it from a kit or 

Played any part 

In creating it.

Had we a crumb

Of humility 

What would we

Really see?

Nothing more stirring 

Than the endless 

Whirring of our 

Perpetual arbitrary 

Bureaucracy. 

Collectively we

Add up our days

While, individually,

Our allotted sum

Ratchets down from 

Some to none.