Osaka by haiku
hot soup
hungry
burnt tongue
corner bar
Osaka
strange no more
sake bottle
spills
wobbly
cool night
hot sake
warm belly
old men
beautiful girls
love hotel
April, 2016
On wind days
On windy days
when big things sway
and birds
fall from the trees
i runs and jumps
over dead bird lumps
in spite
of the windy day breeze
1980s, Sydney
I've been thinking what the fuck
I’ve been thinking what the fuck
I’ve been wondering what’s the muck
On my shoe
Is it you?
We fell in love on Sunday
You pissed me off on Monday
I was shocked
Deeply shocked
Now I tag along behind you
I thought I’d just remind you
It’s me
Remember me?
I’ve been thinking what the fuck
I’ve been wondering what’s the muck
On my shoe
Is it you?
1980s, Sydney.
more haiku..ish
summer lunch
tomatoes
the joy of a sharp knife
leaf buds
blossoms
curious bees
school drop-off
pig-tails
bounce away
rusted ute
oil leak
trusty stead
bare branch
moon
thinking timetall tree
tiny seed
big heart
now-ish, Brisbane.