Saturday, November 15, 2014

A Guy Named Leo

I know a guy named Leo
He looks a lot like me oh
He counts to 1,2,3 oh
He wrecked my sola a mio

A gourmand is our Leo
He nevers pays a fee oh
Just eats and drinks on me oh
His things are never free oh

A dandy is our Leo
His dress code is so free oh
His pants are filled with pee oh
He fills them up with brio

If you want to meet Leo
Then come and visit me oh
If you wait long to see oh
He’ll be bigger than me oh

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Phd Haiku

Do a Phd
Like drowning in an abyss
For 3 to 5 years

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Bird of Jannah

Bird of Jannah
Free of her Northwestern cage
Swaddled in comforting black
A solo hijrah
Then a Shaam marriage
With her mujaheed Abu
A stranger who will leave her widowed
(But not too soon!)

Bird of Jannah
Perched in a little apartment in Syria
Cleaned of wallstains
Emptied of former occupants
They eat Pringles
Watching TV
‘As the World Burns’ she says
‘’Flames of War’ he corrects her

Bird of Jannah
Two little chicks in her nest
Raising them for martyrdom
Complained about the Australian cleric
Saw his son kicking a ball
‘Not a soccer ball
But a hooligan’s head’
Apu corrects her

Bird of Jannah
Bound by rules of hudud
Rejecting the West
Watching Frozen
Fighting on Twitter and Facebook
For all the muslims killed
By US bombs and guns
(And the Jews!)

Bird of Jannah
Surrounded by widows

Gabbing crows on a line

In her kitchen Nutella with tea
Happy if her Apu does return
Happier if he does not
But goes instead to Jannah
To meet his virgins

Bird of Jannah is the second wife
Bowing to the first, death

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Daddy Secret

Baby boy
At night
When you won’t sleep
The real reason
I put you on my shoulders
Walk you down to the station
To see the birds nesting noisily
In the remnants
Of the old destroyed forest
Is so I can hear your tiny heart
Beating against my temples
As feathers drift down around us
And late commuters trudge past

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Lost in Kyoto

Helping lost foreigners
In Kyoto station
Is akin to
Returning baby birds
Fallen from their nest
You might get your hand bit
And you won’t get a thank you

Monday, August 18, 2014


As far as the six Appolonians
Were from the Earth
Over the dark side of the moon
You are far from me
As I orbit my lifegiving son
Alone but never lonely

Monday, August 4, 2014

Gaza Haiku

Halal or Kosher
When they make people mincemeat
Matters not a bit

Sunday, July 6, 2014

On Gender

Cosmo and the Koran
Tell women how to dress
Supreme court judges & judgmental street courts
Decide whether women are people
Preachers and politicians
Decide when a woman can reproduce
Ideology and dogma
Keep half the species in chains
And we call it equality

Saturday, July 5, 2014

My Heartstone

My child
You draw out the poison
Given me by the witch
Turn me from a monster
Back into a Prince
Ready to fight for the Kingdom
Turn the Dragon back
Into a Princess
You are
My Heartstone

Sunday, June 29, 2014

Drone Wars

If we could give American drones
Programmed with attack patterns
A day off
From killing Pakistani
Wedding parties
Terrorist leaders
Women and children
Let them fly
Down across Africa
Find the girls
Stolen from their futures
Beaten and raped
Sold for twelve dollars
By Nigerian drones
Programmed with murderous misogyny
Would it make us drones any less
Bloodyhanded or blasé

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Subway Dancer

Grey suited rush hour Baryshnikov
Pirouetted on the escalator then got off
Slipped through the leaving line in grande jetee
Passed swanlike in front of me
Then in fifth position he posed
Adjusted his tie as the doors closed
And became a middle aged salaryman again

Standing ovation all the way to his destination

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

The Best Excuse

To have in hand the heat, 
because of poor physical condition,
 I will be absent today. 

I will revive in the next week

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

If I Object, Object If I

Wallet with legs
Legs for suit pants
Walking billfold
Folded into morning trains
Ass made for subway seats
Feet for running between gates
Lips for shutting
Stopping all opinion
Teeth for smiling
When eyes can't smile
Eyes for looking away
When ears are blasted
Ears for listening to orders
Brain not needed
Dumb at home
Untouching hands
Arms for groceries and babies

If I say a word, I am wrong
If you smile, I should rejoice
If I object
Object if I

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Golden Week Haikus


Never understood
Half-assed holidays like these
Until I had kids


Keep working on work
A stroll down Kamogawa
Then don't leave my house


Students with questions
Why are you not out living
This needs an answer


Happy left alone
Lonely in the urban throng
Welcome to 40


Wooden injun hands
Eyes allergic to faces
The gift of absence

Monday, April 7, 2014

No Rush

Foreigner on the morning commute
Short shirt and flood pants
Squeezed in beside dozing salaryman
Smartphone gaming schoolgirl
Nose reflected in the streaming mini-manshons
Mini-factories, malls and supermarkets
As the red sun rises
Over the Hokusai mountains
Burning away the last scrap of mist dragon

Friday, March 21, 2014

Rob Ford’s Mother

Rob Ford’s Mother
Thinks some other
Pair of brothers
Are the ones to blame

For scandalizing
The good honest
Ford family name

I once held them to my breast
I can say without duress
That I always did my best
To bring up my boys

If they went a little far
It’s because they are my stars
And we always did like bars
To wind down the day

Rob Ford’s Mother
Thinks some other
Pair of brothers
Are the ones to blame

For hypnotizing
The media
With their games

I never sensed that they did drugs
When they gave me pecks and hugs
They are just funloving lugs
Those bighearted boys

If they’re hounded out of town
Until things have settled down
They’re welcome back around
The Ford family home

Monday, March 17, 2014

Why We Fight

On the last day of the war
Tired soldiers wonder
What it was all for

Sitting in the shade
Of the old hospital
Gutted by the raids

Sea turns red at the end of day
The crippled destroyer
Limps into the bay

We don't fight
For what is right
We fight because
It is all we know

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Google Haiku

Who needs poetry
When you can read the whole world
Through Google glasses

Monday, February 24, 2014

Never A Sailor

Never a sailor felt more
Like sliding off his ship
In the middle of the night shift
Staying quiet buoyed by a wave
As salvation and civilization sailed away

Never a sailor felt more
Lashed to his ship
As it lurched toward shore
Fleeing from the silent deeps
To wander in the emptiness of cities and crowds

Monday, February 10, 2014

Japanese Winter Haiku

Sleeping on futon
Icy wind inches away
Camping in my house

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

The Hijab

All I know
About the hijab
I learned in 03
On a sunny street in Cairo

Walking beside a university girl
And her male friend
Who spoke to me in English
Of tearing down the statue of Mubarek
Of having jobs
Of seeing her hair which had been hid
Since they were children

Suddenly emboldened
She took off the red cloth
Let her dark tresses blow in the wind
As we passed a small mosque
Shirtless men, nipples dark on sweat beaded chests
Yelled and jeered and gestured madly
Stones clinked at our feet
“What do they say?” I asked

“They call me slut and whore
To be bareheaded
Walking and talking in the street
With kefir”

All I know
About the hijab
I learned in 03
On a sunny street in Cairo

Friday, January 10, 2014

Kyoto Haiku 1

Golden pavilion
Under winter maquillage
A sleeping geisha

Monday, January 6, 2014

Starlight and Rockets

Warmed by the light
Of a sun long dead
The star that guides me

Images on the retina
Of a rocket long gone
Taking you far away