Phone ku

This page contains unedited (except for typos) haiku from my "smart"phone written in various circumstances. Some might have been posted on this blog or elsewhere.

phone-ku June -12                                                                                   



3

another full moon
these plastic floorboards
won't creak

full moon again
i grow a deaf ear
to preachers

full moon
          (and someone raves 'bout god again)
a smell of camphor rises
from my shoulders



6
visiting moonlight
my single bed is now
a desert


9

a sudden lightness
I leap a wall caging
the mud tigers
               (it's raining, you know)


11

summer returned
i dance with
The Man in the Green Shirt

-
(opening number of Weather Repor's Tale Spinnin')

17

humming hard drive
between two cigarettes
i kill a spider

19

faint moonlight
after losing face
I grow another
(it looks like the old one)

-
watching a Japanese movie abt a man loosing his job and hus fight w shame + his inability (cultural?) to speak w his family about it ... very repressed feeling

21

aphids I refrain from greeting everyone personally

23

I learned "exeunt" today
a bluebottle finally
leaves

26

late night cigarette
her snoring just mocks
my insomnia

30

sultry night
a couple of insects on
the Friday killings

-
(seems that "movie night" on weekends is mainly Hollywood's 10.000 ways of killing and mayhem ...)


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phone-ku May -12                                        


3

another smoke 'neath the waxing moon sleepless

waxing moon even in ordinary silence I'm not Japanese


4

for every entrance
a woven exit - spring herrings
pray for us


6

first light -
what is blackbirdish for
"hey! I'm trying to sleep here!"

12

on the windy side
of the whirl wind man
a green gnome with lead feet

på den blæsende side
af den hvirvelvindmanden
en grøn dværg med blyfødder

*

died down to silence
the North wind sleeps
in my single bed

aftaget til stilhed
sover nordenvinden
i min enmandsseng

-

"my ears are full" I yell
manics and zephyrs look at fish
by the neighbour's pond


16

midnight rain -
a green insect
            (dunno what it's called)
expires in my tea


midnight gale
            (no, not nightingale)
I brush off dreams about mice
where the cat slept


18

reflecting nothingness
(ay man, not another sermon!)
a mirror hums
in a starless night


19

these purple flowers
unknown to me as so much is
                 (Bert, Ralph, Ingrid?)
still wave as the train passes

20

home again
the scents of lilacs and my sweat
mixes

24

following the light blindly ...
had I too nothing
but a moth's instinct

25

time for aphids -
a few of them dies on
iso upanishad

sickle moon
some 10 - 15 aphids rest
on iso upanishad


27

tapping my feet
i ride through yellow fields
wth a nubian dancer

(train ride listening to Weather Report)


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phone-ku April -12                    



2/4


someone on tv claims
to be an extra terrestial -
I choose a green apple

-

waxing moon
one car passes through town
and that's it

-

Palm Sunday -
the folks downstairs cook
something with garlic

-

Palm Sunday -
my dad texts me
that mum's o.k.




7/4

full moon I prefer the hole in the dark story




13/4

ah, the first butterfly!
somewhere in the sea fog
a sewer spills over




14/4

oh, 1st butterfy!
in this intangible recession
it's o.k I guess




15/3

arrested spring (I think)
the flying sutra makes me hop
like a frog

nodding at The Blue One
a door opens and not
in a dusty cupboard

hurling dogs around
a point of origen is colored
slightly pink

this party stinks
wearing hard edged glasses
they hide the boys




19/4

still awake at dawn
an undreamed dream yearns
for my lukewarm coffee


still awake at dawn
an undreamed dream yearns
for my lukewarm coffee -
"you can have a fresh cup" I say
it yawns and dreams me up


22/4

past midnght -
a piano-droid goes wild
at the dating dance




23/4 he

real cherry blossoms!
a tycoon leaves his wealth
to crows


as vice becomes virtue
mourners attend
a tycoons wake




27/4

of all the desolate villages
this one with the trampoline
ascends to heaven

af alle de forladte landsbyer
denne her med trampolinen
stiger til himmels


-

grateful for a body of dust
in a world of winds
and rains

taknemmelig for en krop af støv
i en verden af vind
og regn

-


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