A HAIKU POEM FROM EVERYTHING HOLY
UNITS
Darkness falls quickly
When you live in the city
Smelt purple stormclouds
The phone rang
It's wet again here
I don't think you should come yet
Maybe later on
He hung up
On the wind I heard
A sound like an accident
The smash of wet mouths
I made tea
The chair was made from
A lovely mahogany
Under the window
I looked out
In dark space a light
In my neighbour's dining room
He sat all alone
I looked in
He couldn't see me
I was hidden in the night
His hand to his face
Picked his nose
I was mesmerized
Lightning struck the antennae
We studied his snot
Sipped the tea
Elegant fingers
Thunder landed on the street
Got every last bit
He ate some
That night in my bed
I dreamed of probing fingers
In tight sticky holes
Woke up late
Out on the footpath
I bumped into my neighbour
With his handsome eyes
And tall legs
How about dinner
Sometime he asked with a smile
And tilted his head
I looked up
At the winter sky
And at two flaring nostrils
Drawing me inside
I eat out
I said and ran laughing all the way down the street
MTC CRONIN
The Art of Haiku
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This page last updated: 10th March 2004.