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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
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
Regensburg
Munich
Adine
Florence
Sterzing
Basel
Hamburg
Swinemünde
Harz
Vienna
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
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