Babaloo

The search for peace is over.
Vortexes and suffixes combine
with the valence of love and electrons.

I see circles instead of the sharp rigidity of squares.
This is excellent.

Circumstances cause anger to escape
through the floor instead of the head.
I let it escape because I have better things to worry about.

I see the trail it leaves and wonder
if I will slip on it later on, so I mop it up.

The intensity I felt before is gone
not because I feel less but because I
no longer think it is deserved.

Peace has come to Kubla Khan
and I do not fear the tranquility.

Mythology Haiku

Sun gods always charm.
Greeks created mankind's code
with oracle love.

Saloon Sally

Two old dingy doors
swing back and forth
creak
creak
creak

The sunlight is stabbed with sound.

Vultures or some other fowl
forecast the news
extra
extra
extra

Omens fly over a dusty saloon.

Entering, the stillness is broken
by whiskey being poured
glug
glug
glug

The pianola tinkers on.

Someone is cheating
and when I find out
bang
bang
bang

You’re not invited here anymore.

Stylish fellows overthrow
hearts of women
swoon
swoon
swoon

What are you, yeller?

The dust settles as the
sun drones on
blah
blah
blah

Silence is Golden

Sometimes it is so loud that
things fall out of my eyes.
That’s when I have to breathe deeper
and look at the colors in the air.

Then sometimes,
It’s so quiet and fair and soft.
And the memory matches the pitch,
And I don’t have to worry.

I like those times more.

Ubiquity

Harsh strong language
begs the question:

Didn’t we do this before?
Remember that Big Bad Wolf
across the sea?
He played Risk with armies.
I’m sure there are a couple movies about it.

So why then now,
When we are all jet-setters and point-dexters and
smart enough to know better,
is the circumstance becoming more and more despondent?

Desert lessons and forked tongues
do nothing for empty bellies and blank papers.

Land isn’t meant to be bound and quartered.

Folksongs are not going to appease any senses this time.

I Yam a Duck

I am a duck, quack.
Quack is my jam, and I laugh
at you, and you too.