Haibun 119

anyone who had a heart wouldnt turn around and break it

lou reed is playing sweet jane. i am getting ready to trip. if something seems wrong about this picture then you have a demented mind. a very demented mind. by the end of the song i am a pacifist socialist house painter from detroit.

confusion
in the public square…
spring breezes

Haibun 118

tribute band

i was a banker after i went insane. what was i not thinking. i should have formed a rock and roll symphony and played mozart the way the great man really intended.

in the slipstream
of david bowie
an old man writes poems

Haibun 117

saved by rock and roll

album oriented rock they called it. i drove an ice cream truck in a detroit suburb. i was high on more than life. i had become a horticultural devotee. i wore the sweet smell of success. as the vietnam war was winding down. nothing but the glitter of ice crystals on red white and blue bombpops. another friend slips from view.

saluting
the goodyear blimp
the slow tug of loss