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 time

tall tree
tiny seed
big heart

now-ish, Brisbane.