This sequence was published in Taj Mahal Review VOL. 11 NUMBER 2 DEC 2012
Blue
Sun - a haiku sequence
a blue sun
everything
starts with
insomnia
tumbling
through a crazed waltz
I carry
a blessed
gun
what
spring?
with every
infanticide
“God is
Great”
this
tilted Earth …
in the
shadows
I merge
with a dog
round the
pineal gland
the scarab
that feeds
philosophy
drenched
in photons
a
chronobiologist pronounces
“rodent”
as “ro-dent”
there
is no piper
at the gates of November
and I cough
in the eternal city
we build a tower
of biscuits
a woman stoned for nothing
three monkeys ask
for oil
October moon
my hand rests on the metal
in her thigh
