I came up with this post title, realized it was a masturbation reference (from the Vapors’ 80’s hit of the same name)–which I’ve been doing a lot lately, using onanism puns on my blog that is, but I couldn’t think of a better title so there it is.
This week, I decided to write a little poetry on the train. The Notes app on my iPhone lends itself to short form verse, so it’s all Haiku–a 17th century Japanese poetry style.
I believe the thing with Haiku is visual imagery. Traditionally, the poems are written vertically with an ink pen and sometimes accompanied by a painting, or, they can be inscribed on monuments. I tried to stick to imagery but took some liberties.
Train Haiku
A morning train,
Chirpy chatter, Nooks, and texts,
And I, cocooned.
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When I was younger,
I thought you’d burn your eyeballs,
Staring at the sun.
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Little cat pounces,
Tail licks the air, fore-paws clamp,
She’s caught a house fly.
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When he’s listening,
He nods fast like he agrees,
But inside, he doesn’t.
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I dreamt of Tokyo,
Where you can leave your bike out,
And no one steals it.
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January snow,
The sky is clotted with gray,
A frozen footprint.
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