TriptychIn all the expanses of Heaven,There are no angels, there is no sunlight.There are no harps and hearts and feathers.There, witches offer pink cotton candy,And there, demons dwell in pastel crayons.Under the chapel is the ninth gate of Hell.Here lay the thinkers, the rebels, the magicians of light and death.We question, converse, keep ourselves company.The greats are with us, those before their time,Who used their allotted world-tolerance too early.The unfinished works and businesses hover over the lawn,Passing through time, to pass the time,Until their time has passed on and below.They walk, north-south, south-north, in the skylights,And cling to the stones of the gate as they drift.
What'd'you expect?A creature of light from the oceanRose up one evening, and asked,"Why is it black above the sea?Below there is iridescence,Luminescence,Glowing eyes and lures."A sea gull, who sat perched on a dock sign,Who flew in fresh from Orange County,Who watched reality TV in the windows of furniture stores, said:"The power's gone out again. Damn generators -I'm missing Survivor Zimbabwe."The creature of light from the oceanPondered a while, and then,Descended again.
A Tale o'Twice-Visited ContentCutting Up the Dance Floor with July the Great1.The smear, the dragging, dragging of hands and feet -With a slur, a drawn-out drawl - lazy,Several stalkers (some more sober than others)Lead us in dance, maestro, one-two-one-two...Birds in flight, black and white - born blue, turned orange,They swirl, in a love song and dance;No one knows why.2.July is the rain queen, the star queen.She lives in the clouds, hanging on by a fingertip.When she comes down, she waltzes in wet footstepsWith the stalking birds - born blue, turned orange,Now black and white, doves and ravens,With seasonal obsessions.They hold on to their champagne glasses between their wings,And drunkenly flap behind July.July's rain-clouds obscure her stars,And so they battle it out in her eyes,Which sparkle, then fog over, then cry.
Random Haiku ThingNotice on the door -It is nothing official,Just a weird haiku.
Sci-Fi Haiku - 4Heed this, villagers -I am the hungry monster.Give me granola.
Sci-Fi Haiku - 3The pulp novels' campUnravel time and matterUntil they're steamy.
Sci-Fi Haiku - 2Damsels in distressStake out the hungry monstersIn this universe.