A Fadin’ Away Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

Here’s this week’s heap of haikus:

I’m fading away,
Slowly, inexorably …
I can’t help but laugh.

Is it just me or
is eating wintergreen in
the Summertime odd?

Happy Would-Have-Been 100th Birthday this week to Les Paul.

Oh, how high the moon …
and oh how deep the ocean …
my heart loves you still.

A swarm of bees flit
about my head as I walk
through my neighbor’s yard.

A tiny bird pecks
at what it thinks is food, and
man thought smoke-able.

Purple swirls may make
you dizzy, but old love songs
always make you blue.


Don’t become smitten
with young maids you have bitten;
there’s too much at stake.


The ecdysiast
that men find the teasiest,
un-zips easiest.

Thoughts, planted wisely,
blossom in reluctant minds,
when the time is right.

The white-capped waves reached
out with watery fingers
to capsize the boat.

The tears on apples
come from being hurt right
to the very core.


Luscious red peppers
tumble from the store’s display
right into my cart

Grandma used to say,
“a house with no back door
has somethin’ to hide.”

 Where depressed gourmands,
can go to end it all?  The
Terminal Diner.


Blistering come-backs
raced through his head, but all he
could say was, “Oh YEAH?!”

Friday nights, a line
forms at the lover’s leap … for
the One O’clock Jump.

Near some shallow shoals,
sallow souls in hollow holes
scream at scheming scum.

The universe keeps
winking at me …  as if we
share some cosmic joke.

Living on the streets,
he slipped into a dream world
to escape his life.

Pulsating rhythms,
Echoing through Central Park,
The joy of bongos.

When it’s dinner-time
in the cannibal village,
stupid shows up first.

Soft hands on rough stone,
grasping for crevices, will
soon form calluses.

“I ‘felt’ it was true” …
has been the rationale for
most of our blunders.

tanka haiku:

The little boy eyes
me warily.  I can see
his wondering thoughts;
“Why is that old man using
two canes and wearing odd shoes?”

I no longer think
and no longer worry.  I’m
conjuring rainbows.

tanka haiku:

We fight our whole lives
to thrive in the world of our
parents, only to

     discover that we’re living
in the world of our children.


A nurse hovers o’er
her unresponsive patient.
She must let him go.

tanka haiku:

Curious … Have you
ever seen a mailman that
likes to stamp his feet?

     Is he footing the bill, or
just pushing the envelope?

She ran down the street,
with tears streaming down her face,
dogs nipping her heels.

Enjoying the shade,
of a leafy maple tree;
ladybugs and me.

Saunter through the woods
leaving all your cares behind
consumed by nature.

After the rainstorm,
the park was so lush and green,
he got his youth back.

Seldom will you see
a second thought that dances
in the morning breeze.

Sometimes an echo
from a life you left behind,
will catch up to you.

Moon behind the clouds,
dew forms on the meadow grass,
a whispered, “Goodnight!”

How oddly human;
hearing sounds and reading words
are changing my mood.

Go out in the world
and fuck it up beautif’lly …
Go make me nervous.

Inspired by John Waters’ Commencement Address to 2015 Graduates of the Rhode Island School of Design.


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