Haiku #1
Why do my soldiers cry
for my obstinacy when they escape
once in a while
why do you mind
what was happening in the past
stopped happening now
to get things fixed
they first have to be hurt
hard.
Why do my soldiers cry
for my obstinacy when they escape
once in a while
why do you mind
what was happening in the past
stopped happening now
to get things fixed
they first have to be hurt
hard.
Haiku #1 extended
My moon earring fell apart last month I try to put the pieces together
with superglue
with better
stronger
more expensive
superior
glue.
But they stay apart,
as though they’ve never been together.
But I don’t want them to experience the pain again to be burnt and melt
to be soldered.
to get things fixed,
they first have to be hurt hard.
My moon earring fell apart last month I try to put the pieces together
with superglue
with better
stronger
more expensive
superior
glue.
But they stay apart,
as though they’ve never been together.
But I don’t want them to experience the pain again to be burnt and melt
to be soldered.
to get things fixed,
they first have to be hurt hard.
An Elephant with Three Hearts
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Sweet Tooth
Through the rain of red leaves
along the sticky canal
I ran, mom, with my eighth tooth
Running and thinking of my other seven teeth
the First one I toss,
secretly into the neighbor’s pumpkin soup can’t even notice with a microscope
the Second one I grind
powder mixed with orange juice
to cure the blind
tiny the Third
but we don’t waste a gram
with this we pay a journey to Vietnam
(in China we don’t do the fourth, so, as mom told me, I’m going to skip to)
the Fifth, to the side,
soak it till it’s ripe in wine
Ewe, gross as it might seem
but it goes smooth as a cream
a trip to the west is difficult,
with the luck of the Sixth it doesn’t feel so
through the sand, cross the woods,
sail the ocean over the hills
with the Seventh I don’t know what to do
so I go to my mom with the crooked tooth
mom takes it over
says it reminds her of her youth
as she hands it back
Awww! Here falls my eighth tooth!
What should I do, mom, what should I do!
Run!
Run with your eighth tooth!
Through the rain of red leaves
along the sticky canal
I ran, mom, with my eighth tooth
Running and thinking of my other seven teeth
the First one I toss,
secretly into the neighbor’s pumpkin soup can’t even notice with a microscope
the Second one I grind
powder mixed with orange juice
to cure the blind
tiny the Third
but we don’t waste a gram
with this we pay a journey to Vietnam
(in China we don’t do the fourth, so, as mom told me, I’m going to skip to)
the Fifth, to the side,
soak it till it’s ripe in wine
Ewe, gross as it might seem
but it goes smooth as a cream
a trip to the west is difficult,
with the luck of the Sixth it doesn’t feel so
through the sand, cross the woods,
sail the ocean over the hills
with the Seventh I don’t know what to do
so I go to my mom with the crooked tooth
mom takes it over
says it reminds her of her youth
as she hands it back
Awww! Here falls my eighth tooth!
What should I do, mom, what should I do!
Run!
Run with your eighth tooth!