2 o'clock

Northeast by East, Aye!

No Now

picture four clock hands _
hour, minute, second, trice hands _
buy more batteries! _

Oh what a wild idea - a trice hand to whiz around once every second. And why not extend this fable, oh dear me, a fifth hand - the jiff hand. Spinning along once every trice. So when exactly is now anyway?

haiku: angel

fifteen clock degrees
one zodiacal sky sign
her left leg's shorter

apparition

two o'clock's a blur
dim halo around the moon
should it be this cold?

Teeth

cautious, joyless dogs,
embrace, enraptured razors.
flailing, plopping brutes.

haiku - worship

worship's a transcript `
a fuzzy web of patterns `
read page's spaces `

I often wonder if anyone else sees the oddly ordered lines of spaces between words as they meander down a book's page.

Where are they taking my eyes? Probably I should just as well choose to meditate on a certain slice of time during a rainstorm and visualize the shutter-frozen quivering drops of water hanging in mind-space. Too many books make me verge on academic hallucination.

haiku loyalty

jungle rain spirals -
sergeant's cracked boot squelches -
dull sacrifices -

As a wise man once said, any fool can handle a crisis, it's the day-to-day living that really wears you down. Our sentinels exist in this reality in every local fire-station, city emergency room, and foreign mission.

piety

grassy eels toothy `
seek seek, brightly sky bangles`
horse-fly one wing down `

You do see this pondering by water's edge. The eddy you think is a flowing course is the hapless insect half-submerged devoutly calling for its master - the carp - the eel. All friends all alike.

devotion

prone shrine maiden kneels
palms outstretched slowly hover...
is it raining yet?


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