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    Monday, October 13th, 2008
    1:53 am
    [idunnoh]
    Kicking, clawing: the
    orange cat's life-or-death grudge-
    match with the cat tree.

    * * *

    First cool day: mist, dark
    straight fingers of cypress, slight
    breeze, uneasy flags.

    * * *

    A low-lying flock
    of newspapers heading north
    in freeway traffic.
    Sunday, October 5th, 2008
    10:04 pm
    [natichu]
    ha!
     found last night while stumbling drunk through the streets of Ottawa:

    ( unexpected haiku )
    Thursday, September 18th, 2008
    3:28 am
    [idunnoh]
    All day, everything
    I've seen has been
    its actual size.
    Saturday, September 13th, 2008
    12:40 pm
    [idunnoh]
    I'm back to the rhythm of school days:

    Chatter of students
    arriving; after they leave,
    a deeper stillness.

    * * *

    Some things have changed over the summer:

    The long-haired kid shaved
    his head bald; his friend's crew-cut
    grew into a shag.

    * * *

    Holds up his skateboard,
    sandpaper surface forward:
    "Where should I put this?"

    * * *

    Laughing, she still
    covers her mouth, though her braces
    were removed last spring.

    * * *

    "Sorry, your birthday
    cake won't fit in my little
    refrigerator . . ."

    * * *

    Tense silence of timed
    essays--later, the empty
    classroom exhaling.
    Thursday, September 4th, 2008
    10:38 pm
    [idunnoh]
    From "Reality TV Haiku"--"Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders: Making the Team 2"

    "The crowd says 'shake it bigger'
    and you want to shake it bigger.
    You want to flip your hair."

    * * *

    The black cat stalks past,
    knocking over some papers
    and a pencil box.

    * * *

    This amazing deal
    only while supplies last--plum
    blossoms and the moon.
    Tuesday, September 2nd, 2008
    2:48 am
    [idunnoh]
    On a predictable poet:

    His images praise
    themselves: "See, we match your
    preconceived aesthetic."

    * * *

    Some people want strict rules about the content of haiku and senryu:

    Overdetermine
    a genre? Pastorals dwelt in
    a petrified forest.

    * * *

    Welcome home: trees grown,
    pipes rusted, termites, rubble
    of excavation.

    * * *

    Budget guide to Rome:
    find ruins new enough to
    camp in unnoticed.

    * * *

    The computer says
    "thit, skithit," performing tasks
    secret, unbidden.
    Friday, August 29th, 2008
    3:12 am
    [idunnoh]
    Preoccupation
    clouds my eyes: everything I
    see is "seen-already."

    * * *

    My anxious mind
    is a wasp's nest buzzing
    with Things to Do.

    * * *

    Medicated, I
    wake, brain stuffed with cotton, all
    ready for a nap.

    * * *

    Wonder what Frederic
    Chopin would have thought about
    Herbie Nichols (shrug).
    Saturday, August 23rd, 2008
    9:52 pm
    [idunnoh]
    Restaurant noise makes a bad music:
    grumbling tutti, blatting soloists.

    * * *

    Two barriers between
    the patrons and cooks:
    one of glass,
    one of steam.
    Thursday, August 21st, 2008
    1:44 am
    [idunnoh]
    On the wall, brown scars,
    all signs torn loose: the shuttered
    emergency room.

    * * *

    The black cat lies down
    on my notebook, switching her
    tail against my pen.

    * * *

    A strong perscription
    drug keeps me awake all night
    writing bad haiku.
    Tuesday, August 19th, 2008
    1:42 am
    [idunnoh]
    The neon moon
    over the bowling alley
    flickers.
    Sunday, August 17th, 2008
    12:01 am
    [idunnoh]
    My wife's gentle snores;
    my sweating face against a
    sweaty pillowcase.

    * * *

    Eyes closed, half-asleep,
    suddenly I jerk awake:
    no idea why.

    * * *

    Despite my shoulder
    pain, not one note of Bach's
    partitas has changed.

    * * *

    Textbooks
    heavy as
    tombstones.
    Wednesday, August 13th, 2008
    12:30 am
    [idunnoh]
    Opening the screen door:
    one cat in,
    one cat out.
    Monday, August 11th, 2008
    5:19 pm
    [wendelah1]
    But really,
    Is there any such thing
    As bad cheesecake?
    Sunday, August 10th, 2008
    8:24 pm
    [idunnoh]
    She underlined her favorite Bible
    verses so often that her pencil
    wore through the paper.

    * * *

    One cat washes; one
    stands on a pile of boxes
    and surveys the room.

    * * *

    "She doesn't want to
    be with me . . . mostly I don't
    even think of her."
    Friday, August 8th, 2008
    3:56 pm
    [idunnoh]
    These are "senryu"--
    more psychology, less zen,
    seasons optional.

    * * *

    I believe that you,
    miserable Catullus,
    would have liked senryu.

    * * *
    3:39 pm
    [idunnoh]
    Already sweating,
    I guess I'll take out the trash . . .
    parched lawn and bare earth.

    * * *

    Chatting on the phone
    with an old friend: I'd forgotten
    his style of joking.
    Tuesday, August 5th, 2008
    1:30 pm
    [idunnoh]
    Air conditioner
    vent--those plates look sharp, like gills--
    poisonous silver--

    * * *

    Wooden ducks atop
    the bookcase, don't be afraid
    of all those cobwebs!

    * * *

    Birds hidden in leaves,
    how long have you hung crooked
    above the TV?

    * * *

    Fast food joint: two girls
    in soccer clothes, flipping coins,
    the table ringing.

    * * *

    Summer noon: blinding
    white sidewalks, cars, houses, clouds;
    black cat sprawled in shade.
    Saturday, August 2nd, 2008
    8:18 am
    [idunnoh]
    Black cat--likes to sleep
    with her head buried in the
    side of the cat-tree.
    Friday, August 1st, 2008
    8:59 am
    [idunnoh]
    Remembering
    a high-school gaffe: strange, the freshness
    of forty-year-old shame.
    Thursday, July 31st, 2008
    3:26 am
    [idunnoh]
    Just a little smog,
    enough to hide the mountains--
    summer picnic day.
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