Here's this week's heap of haikus:

Woody Guthrie said
that his guitar "kills fascists."
Wish I had me one.

(Happy would-have-been 102nd birthday this week to Woody Guthrie.)

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Sometimes I see things ...
Sometimes I see in things ... that
Art is ev'rywhere.

(Left:) Marcel Duchamp's The Large Glass
(Right:) the sidewalk in front of my apt. building.

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On an old building,
a shadow of an ad makes
me think of Banksy.

(Columbus Avenue and 107th St. NYC)

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Can we define a
swallow that is not swallowed
as a bird preserve?

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When you look at Life
from diff'rent angles, points of
view turn upside down.

(Photograph courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)

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The much less optioned
'mitigated disaster'
will still trash the place.

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double haiku:

Waiting, after work
for access-a-ride, leaning
against the building.
 

Will they ever come?
Will it start to rain?  Will I
ever give up hope?

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The truck went faster
clearly due to its streamlined
art-deco design.

(Photograph courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)

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My old neighborhood
has become gentrified.  I
left it just in time.

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Swirling rain pelts me.
I dash for shelter under
a leafy oak tree.

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A sincere heart is,
more likely to change the world,
than organized plans.

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Their schemes fail, but vamp
and no-good-nik agree; “Must
keel moose an’ squirrel!!”
 
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She has a great smile,
which can send him to the moon.
So, he makes her laugh.

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Dilapidated
old grist mill at river’s edge
once fed a small town.

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What’s clearly defined,
leave alone. What’s blurry at
the edges, let be.

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Who stares back at you
when you look in the mirror?
Is it friend or foe?

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Behind the pool hall,
drunken teens sit quietly,
getting their first tats.

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double haiku:

This physical realm,
lets spiritual beings,
experience pain.
 
Live and you’ll know pain;
All lessons in Life derive
from this simple fact.

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