The ways in n lines
to fit k obscurities:
Pound-Stirling number.

Irony is nice
but distracting: Tantalus'
hell is the hunger.

Don't make a mountain
when life gives you lemons, make
an apple a day.

still again always
always only returning
melodies echos

All's fair in love, and
what's good for the goose is good;
laughter is the best.

The hypotenuse
squared is the sum of the squares
of the other sides.

Absence makes the heart
give a man a fish you can't
sew a silk purse from.

Events fossilize
into place—stopping here—here
is where it happened.

Nebraska in Summer or Summer in Nebraska: You be the Judge!

Hot Badminton Hot
Hot Hot Thunderstorms Hot Hot
Hot Barbecue Hot

On a City Hill

Amid the dead leaves,
A tear of foil, an ember,
Reflects still first fire.

For some damn reason
measurability is
a pain in the ass.

For Jimmy Smith

I got my mojo
working. Gon' try it on you.
Aw, Roogalater!

April showers: bring
flowers, sure, so long as you
also bring me warmth.

Movie and music:
mystic valley band extra-
-vaganza tonight.

By the Mississippi

From the bank, a branch,
a bag billowing white, wave
in gentle farewell.

Shopping for Wine

No Manischewitz.
I realize it's hard, but please
no Manischewitz.

Weird coincidence.
Recent New Yorker discussed
Cavafy at length.

Hmm, what New Yorker?
Poetry sale at the U:
read some Cavafy.

(Considered it, but
no. Neruda instead and
some Donald Justice.)

Oh, and by the way,
that haiku was written in
a C train T shirt.

Allergies

Spring comes and maybe
it's time to revive the blog.
Haiku! Bless you! Thanks!

Long time no Brian.
I read that New Yorker too.
I miss the E train.

Haiku for Cavafy

We grow infinite
tired and long and fear to rest
our souls forever.

Absent now, but still
In light, in dark, I see you
Adjusting my eyes

Dull leaden nonclouds—
A day when all the sun does
Is keep me alive.

nervous nervous nerv-
ous hearing continued judge
ok padlock off.

quiet tree branches
no squirrel or bird, the clock's
cuckoo gives one cry

In this place I've
always lived, today I see
light on its petals

Look! The shadows choose
this night, the moon is asking
for another dance...

So I'll pencil you
into my penciled-in house.
I will, so I will.

On Toast

butter egg peanut
butter honey dill* jelly
cheese syrup bacon

*Nod to SKP--try it, w/ butter--it's savory toast! good w/ egg too I bet.

watch out friends: Anders
brings us talent dirty but
considerable.

haiku per dag blog
has taken flight beyond blog.
come home to roost now!

perhaps she's become
quieted in the winter's
gravel and snow

Missing Haiku

Whatever happened
To the female cardinal?
Flown away? Burned up?

DC Nostalgia

Branches sway between
Floating petals' currents, tides
Remembering life.

anders

if i had fifty
cents for every girl that talked
about my sperm.

holy shit I nev-
-er expected I would see
Keith Haring's penis.

"If you had no arms
you would probably use your
nose for lots of stuff."

Blah

too hot, too humid
to form complete sentences
or count syllables

arms tire from weight.
face salts over. A dog licks
it, licks it, licks it.

today i busted
a tire with a big ol'
bolt. good people helped.

caravansarai

an inn with a court
in eastern countries where car-
-avans rest at night.

Oh, that reminds me--
Over at Tim Trudell's place,
I have some Red Stripe.

I forgot that the
only beer i have in the
house is Old Style.

This branching grass
breaks apart easily
Nap under a tree

Good Salted

Breakfast radishes
Plucked from Thursday's soil--thank you,
Lief and Paloma.

What's that turquoise thing?
small scrunched cone, ringed with dirt? no!
It's not an ear plug!

I ask: how many
pillows do you want? He says:
One. No, wait, two please.

bank tube cylinder
hydraulics? caterwaulics?
make a deposit!

Every 4th reminds
me of Annapolis' streets
empty of traffic.

Friends help with the big
big clean. Good thing I've such good
good friends. Thanks you guys.

In summer, we speak
Of mosquitoes, and the things
They remind us of.

Fraudulent Cutlery

I'm wondering who
(with fraudulent cutlery)
Anne's new roommate is?

All of a sudden,
a roommate, with his paper
plates and plastic forks.

Although...

Minneapolis
Is pentasyllabic, like
Philadelphia.

Minneapolis,
Why must it be so far from
Philadelphia?

And Call It Research

Go to Caffetto,
Pencil symbols, listen to
Songs of Love and Hate

One man's theorem is
Another man's theorem too.
Math is nice that way.

Don't get the tempeh
At Common Roots on Lyndale.
Seriously, don't.

driving home

"Panty" ought to be
used only to describe one
who pants a whole bunch.

"Mustangular": a
mustang, except two sides are
longer than a square's.

At the sink, dripping
Ripe through lips and fingers, this
Becomes thoughts of plums.

SF conference

Arrived in S-F
NLADA meeting
going to blog it

At night, the fan spins;
Lulu looks out the open
window; sheets tangle.

Consumer law is
the bomb. It's so hot right now.
File bankruptcy!

Took seventeen years,
But I'm finally reading
Rules for Radicals.

Shadows dart across
Then scurry up the brickwork
In sunlit alleys.

driving soundtrack

you think you're gonna
take her away with your mon-
ey and your cocaine.

thoughts on topics

well, exorcism,
who do you think you are, hmm?
the devil or germs?

...


i heart those rouge priests,
the red powdery men, clothed
in compact vestments.

productivity:
lamp painted, bread baked, dishes
washed and salad et.

A blue explosion
in my oven tells me that
"cold" is relative.

email

Sarah/Harris lil-
ies, interspersed with Anne lil-
ies, some showing green.

and wondering about the bird

Tornadoes in O
maha last night. I lay
awake, thought haiku.

Tornadoes in O
maha last night. Baby bird
died. Dramatic bird.

Pie-ku

A friend from Montreal shares a Washington Post item. Apparently, they solicited haiku about pizza. Robert Pinsky judged the entries.

In honor of Montreal, the following haiku for another doughy staple:

O, pen, sesame,
Trace this most perfect circle:
Montreal bagel.

three a.m. visit
begins with rain, and a loss,
of course food, then bed.

friends around the round
table: clichéd, maybe, but
it makes me happy.

Mom and Dad popped all
the dandelion heads off.
Don't let's go to seed.

an old man drove his
riding mower up north to
visit his brother.

Dying neighbor's house:
Sitting out in his front yard
A lonely trash can

When my dog is sick
and I spill lots of perfume
my house smells funny.

dog walks walks runs runs
sleeps sleeps sleeps eats sleeps sleeps sleeps
sleeps sleeps sleeps sleeps sleeps.

claim of exemptions
hearing: so short and sweet it
could be a haiku.

Hearsay: out of court
statement to prove truth of the
matter asserted.

About the old saw
"The silence is deafening",
What do the deaf think?

Dear Mom, here's flowers
Powers, a box of chakras...
Hippie Mother's Day.

Intimidating Towing

Reserved parking space:
Violators are towed by
Wrecker Services.

Editing My Proposal

Ploughing through old lines
Scratches through weeds, breaks through clods,
grows a new red field.

Tomorrow's lecture
Is cancelled because last week
I ran out of text.

McSheane

The immortal words
Of k2uacm:
Weird doesn't mean bad.

Haikus are easy
(except my last one which was
made incorrectly).

O Euterpe, muse
of lyric poetry, dig'st
thou our poesy?

No agua

No water from faucet comes,
no chance to clean me.
Makes getting ready, easy.

Shizzle. Got new pants,
antitheft security
device is still on.

Internet's advice:
use drill, fire, rubber band.
Too bad I'm chicken.

Silly Leon Kass,
Is all your mumbo jumbo
But mumbo jumbo?

NPR

An wanted to write,
but instead she designs bombs.
Pays the bills, I guess.

Torts exam -- where else
for pee in the fact pattern?
Here it meets brain stems.

grumpy

DMV impedes
lawful car registration.
Why am I surprised?

Over Lake Michigan

Black pebble slips from
My jeans, 10, 000 ft up—
Caught on the deep swell.

feet and meter

LM's a spondee;
PMcS, iambic;
JH, dactylic.

uptight friends with pets!
one wonders how they'd deal with
dog diarrhea.

peach plum pear

oh, obedience!
why do you play so damn hard
to get? sit, stay, speak.

law day two oh eight
nice speech judge laurie smith-camp...
no guantanamo?