Tag: haibun

Haibun 196

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keeping yourself a secret from yourself

i was on my way to los angeles from milwaukee. i stopped in to see a friend in the suburbs of chicago. her father was a great guy. he had a large backyard and smack in the middle of it was a flower bed where he grew weed. he took me out back to see it and kept saying ‘dont look at it’ the neighbors just think i let the garden go and have no idea what kind of weed it is. inside the house he had a bookcase that was made of wood slats with antique coffee cans. there must have been two dozen of those cans in all and each was filled with weed. really good weed i might add. i asked him what he would do if one of his neighbors figured it out and called the cops. it was the sixties after all. he said no problem he would just plead ignorance and tear it out with apologies. he was a rather respected guy he said and they were sure to believe him. (i thought to myself if they find it outside why would they not get a warrant and search inside. experience teaches you to have these thoughts) yeah i said that is kool. we smoked dope all day and i left in the early evening for los angeles. dont know because i lost track of his daughter but he may have actually pulled it off. i hope so. he was after all a respected guy.

the voice 
of a turtle
punctuates a dylan song

Haibun 195

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trick of the moonlight

hunters moon they call it. well i am vegan so that is just an artifact of what i am not. i live in an area surrounded by parks and hunting shacks with eighty or so acres of land with deer and other wild animals. but where i live the guns are silent. during hunting season the deer bears and all their fellow travelers come to live with us since we are the ‘safe zone’. not unusual to see them by the dozen. my backyard if you can call it that is the size almost to the foot of our septic field. that ‘yard’ is filled with scrap bits of lumber from the mill down the road. you cant let the tree roots pollute the flow of all that effluent you know and wood chips dont need mowing. the rest of the acres we own are filled with old oak pines a few birch and some maples for color. all planted by squirrels not me. I just let the seeds of wildflowers land where they will and grow where they can. oh and most nights the slats in the blinds over our bedroom windows reveal that moon. i think it too follows us to bed.

quietly
the kimono moves past
a woman inside

 

Haibun 194

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in this episode of my life

fade in. the old poet is typing. well that is not extraordinary but the lighting is really good and the makeup artist has removed all the wrinkles. the hair is a well constructed mess. the director yells ‘roll’ and the show is on. CUT. how did it feel to you. i mean did you feel it…

curtain rises~
the symphonic sounds
of a paper shredder

Haibun 192

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did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts

i dunno for sure but sometimes my memories are more real than the moment they were made. strange i know. but i just want to say to anyone reading this that i have my eye on you.

crescent moon~
the winter desert blossoms

Haibun 191

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did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts

i dunno for sure but sometimes my memories are more real than the moment they were made. strange i know. but i just want to say to anyone reading this that i have my eye on you.

crescent moon~
the winter desert blossoms

Haibun 189

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aint it high time we went

days slide past. i feel like one of those old view master 3d toys of my childhood. you slipped in a circular set of slides. looked into two eyepieces and clicked to move from one place to another. saw the grand canyon for the first time on one of those things. it was so much better years later in person though. once you have seen the real thing your imagination is a poor substitute. so i went to as many places as i could in my life. now i just slip into consciousness with half closed eyes while listening to the songs of the sixties. right at the edge of that canyon in just a split second i go. “you cant always get what you want but if you try real hard you can get what you need.”

recalled to life…
a corpse on the sofa
s t i r s

Haibun 188

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playing in every key at once

i center myself on not making myself dizzy. it then becomes clear. the straight life i left for the woods of northern michigan never fit me that good anyway. i sit. hiding behind old oaks and wondering why some people cant ever just be. whenever i spot a bit of fuzzy dust under a table i just let it lay there. its future up to it entirely.

windchimes
a breeze
through my mind

Haibun 187

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pass me a rainbow

some of my generation are ex-hippies. me i just stayed one. even through many straight configurations that most people cannot imagine. even my years in banking they all knew there was something wrong with me. but i seriously think that is why they kept me and promoted me. they wanted someone to tear it all down in front of them but in fun way. i still want a ken kesey psychedelic bus. maybe for my next birthday. who knows.

janis joplins
paisley porsche
still parked in my mind

Haibun 186

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simulating reality

schrodingers cat. not dead. not alive. at least until we make it so. whatever ‘it’ is. i wonder what netflix original show my life is being played out in. i hope it is exciting. i want it to be a hit. but than. you have to wonder is my role a ‘bit player’ or am i a star. until you look in the ‘box’ who knows. my plastic face tries on a new identity. perfect fit.

late night…
binge watching
the sleeping cat