Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

my haiku is
totally fucked up
not even eating rice
and drinking saki
helps at all
- so much for the traditional approach -
well, belief is not a mathematical equation
but a spiritual one
a different set of parameters applies
i mean you don't build a house
and set up a tent the same way
the older i get
the longer become the hairs in my nose
& eyebrows
& ears
geologically speaking haiku are
a rather recent phenomenon
but are thought to be ancient
- humbug rules -
imagine a bike set up against
a wall in the snow
a man takes a picture of it
and shows it to me
i exclaim "hey, that's a beautiful haiku!"
he says "what are you talking about? that's no haiku,
it's a photograph! what's the matter with you? are you blind?"
so it goes - something that helps though when my haiku is all fucked up
is to remember all those zen monks & such
that wandered around japan begging for food
and writing haiku
they pissed & shit all along those roads they traveled
- to remember that makes me smile when
my haiku is totally fucked up

"humbug rules"

And now that we have our snow, I'm trying to imagine the person trying to set the bike against a wall of it. I love your logic sometimes. Simple and direct.

68degrees

unfortunately
i now retain those roads
sliding piss and shit

On my tombstone it will say two things after my name - He was successfully logged in followed by He was successfully logged out - Thx for reading, folks -

NOW HERE IS A WEALTHY MAN!
well done mingo!

imagine a bike set up against
a wall in the snow
a man takes a picture of it
and shows it to me
i exclaim "hey, that's a beautiful haiku!"
he says "what are you talking about? that's no haiku,
it's a photograph! what's the matter with you? are you blind?"

Hahahaha! You rock, Mingo... ♥

whoaisme - now if I could just turn some of that wealth into cold hard cash - Thx

Thx Doreen, you too

you're too damn poetical to be haikooey.

right on, write on,
until it's all gone
begin again

all right my jam brother
good to see some poetry
escape
in the mongolian fields
the esperanza plays with
us all
where were we at
ate
fate
regurgatate
did i spell it right
righteous
rigamortise
a moments interruption to put on a mood ring....seriously
ok im in a bar
balancing on the edge
what the fuck is a haiku?
various gringos even write one?
baby everything is all right
uptight
outta sight
stevie could
ok mingo i really enjoyed this poem
i guess its that
u r ur ur u r...poet jammer
by the way this mood ring
is makin a fool outta me
Christianna is beautiful
it should be pulsating.....

the Trout Fishing in Mongolia pulsating Wireman mood ring cracked me up -

great ride mingo...pace and poignancy get 'er done

Across the snow marshes
behind my home, soft clouds
gray and fuzzy, blue illusions
structure the edges as a lone hawk
dips and circles its mating dance
Ah, this slow pace system,
this whirling and turning
of northern expectations—
it’s about all rational humans
can stand as we wait from darkness
to darkness to commit our lives;
The sun sets stronger now, reining
over a weakening, bleak wind;
geese are disappearing in sky V’s;
first it was snowing, and now it’s not—
yet, I can’t find the moment it stopped

hey 68 - looks like we're all getting it done - and Thx