Haiku: Nothing New To Report Here

Wherever you look,

That same blank stare of cyphers 

Outfacing you—look! 

 

 

 

AlieNation

Sometimes we think 

Perhaps we are not 

Of this world and more 

 

Often than not, we 

Actually believe it— 

Until we look 

 

In the mirror and 

In that proverbial blink 

Of an eye can’t 

 

Unbelieve it.

 

Lux Sit Found Not Wanting

The first thing 

Each dawn gives you remains 

 

The last thing you wish 

To give up.

 

Orientations: Ways And Means

Left to its own means, 

The world will follow 

Your meanderings 

 

To the ends of the Earth 

And back if you let it, 

Or leave you forever 

 

Facing true north 

If you won’t. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Betcha Haven't Heard This One

In reply 

To the butcher’s 

Question about how 

 

Much lamb to cut, 

The village 

Priest raised his 

 

Pudgy right 

Hand high, as if getting 

Ready to bring an imaginary 

 

Cleaver down 

To halve that fantastic 

Looking carcass hanging up- 

 

Side down 

In front of him, 

When he was cut 

 

Short at the apex 

By the first peal 

Of lugubrious church 

 

Bells prompting him 

To blurt out—“Oops, 

In that case, let’s go 

 

Whole hog with it,” 

As he followed through with his 

Stroke of good luck

 

In one deliciously executed 

Priceless swoop.