Undies

Chains. We apparently need chains. Today is Liberation Day when we celebrate the end of the German occupation of Denmark in 1945. Usually it is - or was - marked by putting candles in the windows as they did back then to mark the end of forced blackout. Now very few folks are still alive to remember and we take our freedom from armed tyranny for granted. Windows are mostly lit by the blue light from TVs these days. Our chains are different: debt, fashion, consumerism and nurturing a feeble self-image.

I put today's and yesterday's undies in a plastic bag. After all, I'm only visiting.

dinner time

my grandson becomes

a tiger again

Aliens

It's not like it matters, that there moonshine. Though it sorta fits cinematically in with my insomnia and my sense of loneliness, it's still a stage requisite. I forget it as easily as rain or past constipations rolling another cigarette. What is more immanent is the fact that I'm nearly out of my fave rolling paper and I have to go away for a few days. I usually order a special kind of paper from a web-shop. It's a non-bleached and very thin paper, but if I order it before I take off, the package will arrive while I'm away and go back to the shop. Better to wait till I get back. I have half a box of some paper I bought by mistake. It's a bit thicker and chlorinated and the smokes taste less of the good tobacco and more of paper (hand-rollers will know what I mean) when I use that. Two things one shouldn't play with: the tobacco you're used to and the paper and the coffee brand ... three things. On the telly some aliens are hired to pick out hopeful youngsters to play pop stars. I switch to a program about canons in WWII. Maybe that will tire my brain enough.

"Chock Insecticide

with flower scent" - at least

it's a fragrant death

going home

guess what album I listened to on my way home

magical mystery tour
dad almost turn out
a ghost driver

night train fool on the hill fool in my head

perfume clouds girls flying on e

halfway to nowt a blue jay de-feathered

frying meatballs
mum sings a song
her mother knew

drunken teen he is me like I am him the walrus

hello
a boy leaves
walking backwards

taking me down strawberry hats of lead

rain a penny for every lane I walk alone

human zoo a rich man calls himself "Baby"

knowing what I need and live pale penguin

NaHaiWriMo posts from January 2013

post xmas fridge

a green popsicle

screams to the void

10 minutes more daylight sleeps on the stairs

winter fog

and one step

sideways

I cross my

fingers in boredom

and winter fog

again this year the window full of winter fog

a flute

in the thicket

the loved one

approaches

heart

beat

beat

beat

milk

in her

hand

beneath an orange sun

an ochre ogre plays

Johnson's blues

patching up

old wellies

this fog

has no end

finding my sandals on top the tv I contemplate moving

a candle before Vishnu fog rolls in in waves

this damp winter

sounds seem to have gone

under ground

sweeping the stairs (and maybe the stars) I let a wind go

tea with Patanjali -

the Patriarch bends to pry

a sutra from his shoe

walking with Patanjali

the Patriarch admits jealousy

towards his pet clouds

hot dog stand -

Patanjali tells the Patriarch

the sutra for sweetening ketchup

neti, neti -

Patanjali shows the Patriarch

the non-being of a hot-dog

lamb chops my head back on my neck

small talk with a flamingo

there aren't any chairs left

in the crying-room

steak and potatoes clouds settle as mountains

sombre reptiles along the tracks to Amygdala

at a turn in the bowel a protein and sugar house

it's one of those days

Gale rearranges

the garden

in a white world

I brush water-fluff

off the firewood

bricking up the gates of Heaven

we build

with first thrown stone

Untied Kites

The collected blog posts from Haiku Matters February 2013

Untied Kites - Collected Blog Posts From Haiku Matters by Johannes S. H. Bjerg

found haiku

electron-degenerate matter

it cannot be my friend

visiting

magnetic field

the relatively bright white

looks back at Cambridge

White Dwarf http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_dwarf

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neurons in the rat

an inertial compass types

"sea monster"

neatly organized anatomical studies confirm the bulb

to the cortex the memory for odors dominated space

hippocampus (brain): http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hippocampus

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energized patterns

an antenna of nature

let people touch dry fruits

Sudarshane Yantra http://www.astroved.com/yantra/sudarshana-yantra/

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funeral monument

the relationship of those created

appears quite natural

Mary's dress

suggests treatment of youth

divided in New York

Michelangelo's Pieta http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Piet%C3%A0_%28Michelangelo%29

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useless as evidence

occasional commentators

converted to doors

On Nostradamus http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nostradamus

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the golden speaker

governs the city

of kidnapped orphans

on St. John of Damascus http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_of_Damascus

Blue Sun

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

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Bones - a journal for new haiku

Together with Sheila Windsor and Alan Summers I've started a new journal for gendai / new haiku.
On the web-site www.bonesjournal.com we've specified in words what we are looking for in haiku in the 21st century and we've created a "demo-version" to demonstrate.

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