haikus in perreniality

Or so it seems. I like to think of the Haiku as something that evades the senses for a time to re-emerge as a function of the higher mind when it realizes it has been on holiday. That may or may not be an attempt at a justification for the Western usurpment of the haiku as an art form and a conversation piece, though.

At any rate, here are a couple that I let loose recently:

pause with me

tweedy, smiling night
soft thoughts with my rucksack, shh
like i never knew


iffy garage

non-descript twilight
hashes out the eiderdown
box springs on the take