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

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