It Came Up Tails
RaspberryReturns
A Splash of Haiku
Third Edition
February 12, 2002
West Hollywood, CA
Hine Tov
Welcome to my Home.
Everything you see is mine.
All I have is yours.
The Landscape
Body, limp and lame.
Box of nothing in its heart.
Pictures in my mind.
Awayk'nings
Strange things have happened.
Earthquakes not only split ground,
But reality.
[In Search Of] Kinetic
Weeping Willow cries;
mistitled, misunderstood.
I know her quite well.
By Design
A flower never
blooms unwanted. All petals
are willing to share.
Passionate Footprints (for Wilbur)
Ichnology spurned
from my jaunt across your stage
ravishes me yet.
Clear Blue Heaven
Cerulean Sky,
No cloud doth hang upon you.
Gay, the beaming Sun.
Last Man Standing
Fighting for the right
to be, chopping through storms, you
meet the rain and snow.
And Shining
Outside me, colors
Sparkle before my eyes. But
Inside, is poisson.
August
I was without you,
storm-tossed and anguished, while you
hid, estivating.
Violent Summer
You were in me then
and times were strange. I was burned,
but I kept dreaming.
Frankly Benjamin
Shattered illusions,
Crystalline, clear as a bell
Which tolls, "Liberty."
Jilted Beast
Bleating at the door.
Beating harder on your drum.
You cannot come in.
Unnatural Blizzard (a series)
I. Splintered shavings from
Condensed fragments of cut glass
Are crushed. So am I.
II. Cracks in my window;
Icy chips of glass will shred
My flesh. Earth is lost.
III. Calculating eyes,
Blown open by Boreas,
Shattered my window.
IV. Crystal shrapnel used
To hollow out the shells of
Everything I knew.
V. The glass is broken.
Colors are running away
From me. The chest heaves.
Note to Self
Plant seeds tomorrow.
But the morrow may not come.
Plant your seeds today.
Fertile Food for Thought No.1
Eggs are entirely
Eclectic. There are many
Possibilities.
Fertile Food for Thought No. 2
Eggs are entirely
Eclectic. You prepare them
In so many ways.
Fertile Food For Thought No. 3
Don't make more out of
cooked eggs than you can afford.
You digest alone.
Dancing Soul
Blue eyes are tearing
my heart apart. I see blood.
Why are you crying?
Quantum Leap
What gives you the right?
Red, red ring. Egyptian rose.
You cannot know me!
"For Sharon (Mommy)"
I'm captured by the dream you realized:
archaeology, ancient relics, baffling
mysteries, and cherished treasures.
The River of Our Lives No. 1
We search about the
ancient bed. We need no God
to walk here this day.
The River of Our Lives No. 2
You see, broken shards
are ubiquitous. Collect
your memories well.
The River of Our Lives No. 3
The bed is all cracked,
scorched by the narcissistic
sun. But I find bones.
Digging for Answers
First a shovel, then
an ice pick. Soon you will need
to use a toothbrush.
Hope you like it. It was a lot of fun, way back when.
"If we wanted to Knock You, we could Put you On."
BurgundyPorkChop
>From: rach...@aol.com (RaspberryReturns)
>Cerulean Sky,
RaspberryReturns
> That's the color you should paint your bathroom.
>
> >From: rach...@aol.com (RaspberryReturns)
> >Cerulean Sky,
I need to get another really good look at it again.
Tumulty
<<And Shining
Outside me, colors
Sparkle before my eyes. But
Inside, is poisson.>>
Are you saying you ate fish for dinner?
T.
Tumulty
<<Unnatural Blizzard (a series)
I. Splintered shavings from
Condensed fragments of cut glass
Are crushed. So am I.
II. Cracks in my window;
Icy chips of glass will shred
My flesh. Earth is lost.
III. Calculating eyes,
Blown open by Boreas,
Shattered my window.
IV. Crystal shrapnel used
To hollow out the shells of
Everything I knew.
V. The glass is broken.
Colors are running away
From me. The chest heaves.>>
Sat down and the darn thing cracked.
A nauseating series Raz. It's this sort of thing that wakes everybody up
at five in the morning. And nobody likes that.
You should get ziplock bags or Taperware or something plastic maybe?