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Joseph B. Raimond

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Part eight in the series of ten books featuring Joseph B. Raimond's western style of Haiku.

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Seitenzahl: 18

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

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MIRRAN THOUGHT

These pieces were written in 2010 and 2011 in:

Regensburg, Harz, Hamburg and Munich, Germany.

Adine, Sterzing and Florence, Italy.

Basel, Switzerland.

Swinemünde, Poland.

Vienna, Austria.

As always, in loving memory of Frank Abendroth.

Dedicated to Nicholas Winton

Cover art by Joseph B. Raimond, from the “Tourist” series of acrylic paintings, Malcesine Italy, 2017.

This is DWM release Nr. 153

Table of Contents

Regensburg

Munich

Adine

Florence

Sterzing

Basel

Hamburg

Swinemünde

Harz

Vienna

Regensburg

You know you’re an old man

When the hairs growing out of

Your nose start to turn grey

The falling autumn leaves

Get glued to the sidewalk

By the guts of stepped-on slugs

That little boy, so secure

In the back seat of the car, asleep

Died a long time ago

Old drunk, playing harmonica

Annoyed waiting passengers

But I thought he was pretty good

Give the stupid fly an aspirin

After banging his head so often

On my kitchen window

That ancient stone bridge carried

Knights and Nazis, hippies, punks

Now carries me

Tired to the bone

The old man lay down

With guilt, ringing in his ears

Grey tiles and the smell of soap

Reminds me of a little boy

Bathing in Grandma’s tub

The drunken party friends of today

If they don’t grow up

Are the city’s bums of tomorrow

Pressed back in your seat, a roar

Speed bumpy, speed smooth

Nose to the sky, another take-off

Why can’t you see, the folly of

Uncle Sam, its lies and dirt

Killing us, slowly

That little boy, so in love with

The smell of freshly mowed grass

Died a long time ago

„Hey, it’s punk rock, dude“

Is just as dumb as

„My faith in the lord“

Excuse me, but I’m very busy

Falling in love with a waitress

I’ll never see again

Haiku as a more artistic, perhaps

Arrogant form of

T-shirt and bumper sticker slogans

Munich

The river of blood

Drawn down the steep road

By a cruel force of gravity

The hunchback on fire

Hobbled to call 911

But no one cared nor came

Birthing death