Broken Record Haiku
To learn in
between the months that I don’t
draw comparisons – they
exist – as do I.
I’m afraid learning is
no longer a terrifying
task; with this joyful
act of appearing vain, but
I will need other bodies and
personalities which
well,
it’s a fine and noble
emotion I guess, or
a so-called good for the
laughter, but if it’s
the other who slept,
and each of them who strengthened then,
one dozen movies that
are just not found here
would surely tell some tale.
In the
end it was my dad
that he was owed
that his happiness shines like a
mother and
he came in with a
duplicate of her in hand, my mother
kind of surreal when he’s in
space a lot and he’s
depressed he doesn’t talk much
at all. It left him
the next two years that way
why
you know you’re like me, you know.
he’s best man at your – well, you know.
He must defy his fear, and
in just such a state of
shock, touch the inside -
the side of one’s self - but in
ways not to end this
enemy, and thus will
arrive at a position
where nothing can harm
a defeated man.
His first enemy being
A sentient being,
one of time or thought.
Actually a beast
or a puzzle, in any case
I believe in it.
to his quest: “what will
happen to him if it
left the wolf in him?”
between life and death?
for me it
seems like time goes by
over a large part of
me. I think that when it comes
down to making out a
palette of colors,
there are ones that you
wish I could have been.
I
think he wants to save it
just to have my assertion –
good.
Because a great many people
doesn’t bug me
as much as the medium for
incorporation.
Putting on my own
but I don’t know it yet, I
like to find my own
landscape and create a
lasting impression, even
a branding
form of expression
of self, but it limits me
because really,
the first photo
ever I saw or felt a
common thread there
will be as clear and as long
as I know it’s old. But I
just want you to be
out of yourself, out
of conceit and not really
even out of there because
lady, I have the
pictures to prove it.
Him, laying in ambush
ever still
it’s exciting
for me I let it all up
this beat, which sounds to me like
a confession.
Now the lady will
have turned him into a
buoyant warrior or a
human, but nevertheless he was
once a man at any rate, you can
tell because: he doesn’t die;
his second enemy has just
stopped him cold and;
there will be a point before his eyes
where everything will have turned
blood, red or blue and may have
nuts and bolts and screws on it
but at
the bottom of his fear he
will never lose his
will.
And I
knew i’d be kicking
knew i’d be taking
lives, but he has to
come to the same, I mean he
doesn’t need anymore than that.
To him the idea and
the female body, the
return to the man
means
defeat
of course it is final
he’s tired you can
tell, he doesn’t talk much at all
and at some point it let the wolf in
and the steps he must take, the
next step in learning, must be conquered before
the
fear is vanquished.
he must look deeply into
the chaos of his fear
first off,
his heart is what suited him
in big chunks, but now his
happiness in the case is
mixed all up with the being.
One simple fact I’d
been overlooking all this
time was that it had been deep and that
I must not run away.
The things I envision are
not crazy or too abstract
but I can’t make it mean
one of those things that
people stress,
the more I hear of women
artists it seems to
put an end to this.
I mean he
doesn’t talk much at all now he
stares off into space
into the landscape
and to believe that he was
truly a wolf though…
I realized the
one that was riding in on him and
laughed and showed him
a nice warm cup
of thorazine and
After, it brought me
hardships of learning
that I’d never try again but
if he runs away
wanting to exert
himself in my life and death,
for me I’d let it.
So you’re better off if you
smile you know, because it’s so wide
it’s so wide out there in the ether
but better to get out of
yourself, out of the
mercury.
