Tell me about the
third one. He’s there and gone. They
seem unaffected.
Tell me about the
third one. He looks a puppet.
Controlled by they, we.
Tell me about the
third one. He is rigid and
stark, expressionless.
His mouth moves not and
his eyes don’t dart, nor lips purse.
His brow raised, slightly.
His breath seems shallow,
put on. He breathes with shoulders;
[: rising and falling :]
Here is a man full
of pride: his I am. A man
steeped in deaf regret.
Regret made in years
of disrespect and neglect.
Neglect, falls like l
e
a
ves.
Tell, give, take, race, bide;
ahead of, behind, good, bad;
one, first, last, this, next:
It is and is and is and
goes and goes and goes and goes
Dan DiPiero is a writer/composer/drummer/foodie/student living in Los Angeles. I love his drawings, which are featured throughout his blog. I think he likes my haiku, so we decided to collaborate on a project. There will CERTAINLY be more to come. Anyway, they will be featured on the COLLABORATIONS page, along with other collaborators efforts.
So enjoy, and thank you for reading. WRITE SOMETHING ALREADY. (Or draw something, that works too. Also, you could write something, and I could write haiku about what you write. Really, it doesn’t matter. I just want to play.)
Hello, November.
You came a bit early in
my estimation.
No matter, you are upon
us. Let’s show you a good time.
Not a haiku. Still good.
by Unknown
sometimes i take a Shower
with the lights off.
but before i even finish showering, i turn the lights back On,
because i remember how afraid of the dark i am.
sometimes i go to the Airport
and just sit in there for a few hours.
because i like watching people Reunite.
sometimes i cut my Fingernails way too short.
like, down to the quicks.
because it’s an odd feeling, the way my fingertips Hurt
every time i touch something.
sometimes i go out in public without my Shoes,
because i like feeling the Real ground,
not just the inside of my shoes.
sometimes i re-arrange my Bedroom,
but then i change it right back
because everyone knows that there isn’t a single person
in the world that isn’t afraid of Change.
sometimes i try reading books Upside-down
because i think thats what it would be like if i couldn’t
Read
at all.
sometimes i just sit and watch the Grass grow,
because we’re lucky that it even grows in the First
place.
sometimes i do things.
sometimes i don’t.
I just wanted everyone to know that I know that I don’t write “correct” haiku. Also, I don’t care.
This is a page that links to lots of other pages about haiku.
This is a blog post by a violinist full of MUSIC HAIKU. She does write (multiple) haiku with an “s,” but whatever.
SOON TO COME: informative haiku post. Super interesting (not boring). Get excited.
I think its dealing
with people that gets me down.
I should work alone.
“Sox fan V. Cubs fan:
Cubs fan gets it in the face
with a stein. #baseball”
I think there’s something to be said about covering your life with belief.
I think there’s more to be gained from covering your life with doubt.
I find the greatest gains in the darkest days.
I wish it were the answer.
I wish that were the question.
(not a haiku, still good)
you fit into me
like a hook into an eye
a fish hook
an open eye
.
.
.
.
.
.
I really like this poem.
COLLABORATION by Amy Dunlap and Alex Burgoyne
Hot, not as red, just
above warm. In my belly
and my toes and nose.
A little bit uneven.
A little bit intriguing.
Hot, er than orange.
In my eyes and my head and
in my heart. Engulfs.
Glows.
Knows.
Wincing the night away.
I get knocked down, sun gets me
up again, again.
Her hair and my teeth.
My tack and her tea.
Often it drizzles,
though also often, it pours.
Lemons are some sour.
On my way to a
ten dollar gig, I received
A ‘hundred and forty dollar ****ing ticket.
I have such a big desire to carve a path for myself with regard to music, but I can’t seem to find a second step.
There are a thousand
first steps, the second eludes.
I wish I: wish.
Often I get used to things without realizing. Like this stool in my parents’ kitchen. The view is strange.
I eat breakfast here.
And watch birds and stumble some.
This stool is abyss.
Motivation is a strange thing. I don’t know if it’s a brain chemistry thing or what, but I’ve noticed that it sometimes takes me MONTHS to finally start doing something I decided MONTHS ago I should finally start doing.
Often, molasses
comes to mind. Momentum drags,
and my legs are weak.
I am so often tricked by the lure of new things. Grass is greener and all of that. Why is it that no matter how surely you know something, the validity of those feelings is always in question?
I am satisfied.
Though, shine and sparkle trick me.
I am happy here.
I am happy here. I am
happy here. I am happy.
Abruptly, morning
ends with a bang then whimper
#orangejuicecoffeetoast…
Perhaps you’ve had an idea for a haiku, or a series of haiku but haven’t had the time/energy/patience/wherewithal/desire to post one yourself. Well let me know and maybe I’ll write or collaborate with some of my cohorts on a new project.
If you’d like to submit your own haiku (singular and/or plural) click “Submit” or click HERE. If you’d like to see other submissions click “Friend(‘)s” or click HERE.
by Dan DiPiero
The homeless man takes
care returning the stone to
its place near the tree
by Aaron Quinn
Look, I am sorry
But we are trapped here for now
There is no escape
Has there ever been?
Has it always been this way?
Can we move on now?
Falling apart has
Never been as chic or as
Hip as it is now
Let’s break down the walls
Wear our best tight pants and shoes
And breathe on our own
Let’s
Do it in
Style
by Dan DiPiero
In the receding
black water, the sloshing sand
I see my future
Last night at a gig, I stared at a guy for about 3 minutes straight while playing after he yelled “Kenny G” about 30 seconds into our second set. Whiskey allowed me to do this. Thank you, Ezra Brooks
I’d never felt so badass in my whole life. Lame.
I would have fought him and afterward explained to him why Kenny G is not a thing you should yell during the middle of a freejazz set. Then I would have explained why even this:
is better than anything he will ever do.
People are so dumb.
I wish punching was legit.
…punching is legit.
Here is a site about EQUINOXES.
I think I feel more sentimental about the fall equinox than I do about any other holiday. At least AS sentimental.
I tried to write a haiku about it. They are all dumb. So instead I wrote a haiku about Reggie Watts. Also, check out my OTHER BLAHG, to hear a great tune. (Not suitable for all audiences)
Reggie, your beats are
very fly. Fly? You know what’s
not fly? This guy. Womp.
burgoynealexburgoyne 
