Haibun 127

in a small lake town in illinois

i was leaving for a ride down route 66. i stopped over at a friends house and her father was really into weed. we smoked a bit and her boyfriend came over. we got into one of those discussions that young potheads of the day got into. a discussion of material things and how money has corrupted our culture. we were right to discuss those things you know.

anyway. the boyfriend whose name i have forgotten said we should go to the little lake town nearby and try an ‘experiment’. we jumped into his car and i really should have guessed then that i was about to learn something. on the speedometer of his old beat up ford he had changed the numbers to thousands of feet and renamed it an ‘altimeter’. he swore he still knew how fast he was going. but i digress.

when we got to the little lake city we immediately took five bucks and converted it to small change. then we walked into a woolworths and bought five bucks worth of really small things such as corks string sewing needles and stuff you would use every day but have little ‘value’.

under his now inspired direction we first begin to ‘give away’ the small change. the reaction was almost unanimous. everyone we approached wanted to know ‘what we wanted’. there was an old man with a tweed cap and he would not take the change in his hands. he said he thought we had put pepper or something on it and it would burn him. then in a complete change of heart he took off his hat and held it out to us. put it here he instructed.

then we offered strangers our trinkets from the woolworths. people smiled and everyone took our corks and such and most even thanked us.

the boyfriend. whose name i have forgotten was triumphant. money he said was a medium of exchange and people assume with high accuracy that it comes with strings or maybe hot pepper. small things of little intrinsic value on the other hand are seen quite correctly as gifts. thank you is the only really polite response. it is part of the better angels side of humanity to accept small tokens with grace and we often value them more than money or diamonds. who does not have a box of small things.

returning the lost child
his grandma
kisses my cheek

Haibun 126

freddie freeloader

performances are seldom free. a price oftentimes bourne not so much by the listener but the performer. performers bring us their versions of truth with a cost. enjoying it we dont see the price paid. ticket stubs dont count. we laugh and smile. cry. and most often of all just feel what comes toward us. we take it into our lives and move on. if it has real value to us as onlookers the performer has just been lucky. luck cant be purchased. luck comes from trying and not much else will bring it to you. the audience pays not to try. we have our air trumpets and air guitars after all.

soulful peace
and soundless wind chimes
wait for luck

Haiku 15

after the rain
walking through
a rainbow

things revealed
by the outgoing tide
the shine of stones

the poetry
of tieing rope
to a bobbing boat

turning suddenly
I catch
the wind

just being…
the importance of
raindrops

Haibun 125

crazy talk

i think we should run away and join the circus. you can sell tiparillos and i will pound in tent stakes. i can write my novel and you can assemble your poems into a book. posting selfies with toothy smiles will be kool too.

a billion photons a second flow through me   sunspots

Haibun 124

the sky is crying

there was a blues joint in detroit years ago. might still be there. cant remember the name and the location is lost to me now. i find myself there some days though. memories rain down my street and disappear into a rusty drain.

the old days
were not that good
scratchy vinyl

Haibun 123

ideas as my mask

liberty equality and fraternity. yeah sure. revolutions more often than not were never intended to change anything. name one leader who did not have a truly dark side. yep. they dont exist.

elusive butterflies…
youth and
the wisdom of old age