Looks like I’m starting a hippy haiku trend. Hope I’m not being too conservative.
sad hippy punk haiku
tattoo hippy punk
got a hole in his Converse
needs new shoes, looks sad
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Monday, January 09, 2006
Tuesday, January 10
a haiku
Southeast Asian man,
burps while shoveling, pauses,
kicks snow from his boot.
Southeast Asian man,
burps while shoveling, pauses,
kicks snow from his boot.
Sunday, January 08, 2006
Monday, January 9
when I think of kissing you
(loops and daisies tumbling)
puckered lips are latches
(ribbon, sparks and candy)
that open mouths like doors.
holding our breath’s writing a contract
(sissy whimpers all pussed out)
and we can see through curtained windows
(blastoff moonbeams in between)
how our tongues are shaking hands..
Sunday, January 8
(some rhyming couplets about monkeys)
The pygmy marmoset is the smallest living monkey,
so it uses its suprapubic scent glands to mark its territory.
Saddle-backed tamarins birth twins each an eighth of the mother’s size
and practice polyandry – that’s many husbands, not many wives.
Cotton-top tamarins use their genitals to resolve all conflicts:
instead of fighting with their muscles, they show off their dicks.
The pygmy marmoset is the smallest living monkey,
so it uses its suprapubic scent glands to mark its territory.
Saddle-backed tamarins birth twins each an eighth of the mother’s size
and practice polyandry – that’s many husbands, not many wives.
Cotton-top tamarins use their genitals to resolve all conflicts:
instead of fighting with their muscles, they show off their dicks.
Friday, January 06, 2006
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Thursday, January 5
Winter Sky – a haiku
cold city night sky:
a dark bright shade of orange
that’s unpaintable
cold city night sky:
a dark bright shade of orange
that’s unpaintable
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Wednesday, January 4
Bio-Dome
There are two calimico monkeys that live at the Bio-Dome.
I named one Jabari and one Al (short for Alice).
They have furry little black faces and bodies and
cute little pink tongues you can see when they eat.
The plaque outside their little enclosure says
they eat fruits, insects and small vertebrates
and shows where in the world they are from:
just one little red area in Ecuador.
Both of them can jump three to four metres standing
but Al can jump farther than Jabari, I’ve decided.
When I saw them Jabari was in the high branches,
rubbing his scent on a tree trunk, as usual,
and Al was on a tree stump with apple slices,
pretending not to notice me and the busloads of Koreans.
Calimicos are excellent communicators
and I think Al and Jabari are friends.
Not the kind of friends that you’d really do things
like play paintball or paint pottery with;
more like the kind whom you call your best friend
even though you only ever see them
when you’re each with your boyfriend or girlfriend
at the occasional get together of your circle of friends,
and you’d never call to say what’s up—
unless you want to call up some old memories
of participating in an extreme sport
or doing some creative but practically useful activity together—
because you’ve known each other for so long
that you can’t really be original with them anymore.
Jabari and Al are those kinds of friends.
Only they also live together, groom each other,
eat only fruits, insects, and small vertebrates,
can leap three to four metres from standing,
are dispossessed from their little red homeland,
were never secretly in love with each other
but were too young and afraid to admit it, and
have furry little black faces with cute little pink tongues.
There are two calimico monkeys that live at the Bio-Dome.
I named one Jabari and one Al (short for Alice).
They have furry little black faces and bodies and
cute little pink tongues you can see when they eat.
The plaque outside their little enclosure says
they eat fruits, insects and small vertebrates
and shows where in the world they are from:
just one little red area in Ecuador.
Both of them can jump three to four metres standing
but Al can jump farther than Jabari, I’ve decided.
When I saw them Jabari was in the high branches,
rubbing his scent on a tree trunk, as usual,
and Al was on a tree stump with apple slices,
pretending not to notice me and the busloads of Koreans.
Calimicos are excellent communicators
and I think Al and Jabari are friends.
Not the kind of friends that you’d really do things
like play paintball or paint pottery with;
more like the kind whom you call your best friend
even though you only ever see them
when you’re each with your boyfriend or girlfriend
at the occasional get together of your circle of friends,
and you’d never call to say what’s up—
unless you want to call up some old memories
of participating in an extreme sport
or doing some creative but practically useful activity together—
because you’ve known each other for so long
that you can’t really be original with them anymore.
Jabari and Al are those kinds of friends.
Only they also live together, groom each other,
eat only fruits, insects, and small vertebrates,
can leap three to four metres from standing,
are dispossessed from their little red homeland,
were never secretly in love with each other
but were too young and afraid to admit it, and
have furry little black faces with cute little pink tongues.
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Tuesday, January 3
On the corner of Fullum and Marie-Anne
today at three o’clock
there will be an earthquake.
Because she didn’t opt for the winter tire package,
Louise Therrien’s new Kia will skid on the ice
that has accumulated at the crosswalk on Fullum at Marie-Anne,
right beside Baldwin park
where Eric Maisoneuve was pulling his infant son David
on his new, his first, CCM toboggan this afternoon.
Today at three o’clock
on the corner of Fullum and Marie-Anne
Louise and Eric’s worlds will collide and shake.
Monday, January 02, 2006
Sunday, January 01, 2006
New Year's bonus poem
First of January
I have not put one foot outside of my apartment today.
Not even opened the door.
There’s a first of January for you.
Give me 31 days and I’ll give you a first of February too.
I have not put one foot outside of my apartment today.
Not even opened the door.
There’s a first of January for you.
Give me 31 days and I’ll give you a first of February too.
Sunday, January 1
Bonne Année, hein?
comin home aloneshokay
when yer wishin happy new year
bonne annee
to everyone along the way
« bonne année mon ami!
eh, j’ai des chips ici -- veut-tu des chips?
ils sont barbecues.
tiens.
de rien, mon homme. ciao.bonne année! »
comin home aloneshokay
when yer wishin happy new year
bonne annee
to everyone along the way
« bonne année mon ami!
eh, j’ai des chips ici -- veut-tu des chips?
ils sont barbecues.
tiens.
de rien, mon homme. ciao.bonne année! »
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