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Thanks to Irène An |
Saturday, February 5, 2011
jack Kerouac | The Northport Haiku
Close your eyes -
Landlord knocking
On the back door.
A quiet Autumn night
and these fools
Are starting to argue
Lonely brickwalls in Detroit
Sunday afternoon
piss call
O for Vermont again -
The barn on an Autumn night
Fiddlydee! -
Another day,
Another something-or-other!
Whatever it is, I quit
-now I'll let my
breath out -
How many cats they need
around here
For any orgy?
Tonight I'll lower
my tail --
I've seen them around town
In Haikkaido a cat
has no luck
Every cat in Kyoto
can see through the fog.
The birds start singing
but he is in the cat meadows
I'll climb up a tree
and scratch Katapatafataya
If I go out now,
my paws
will get wet
A car is coming but
the cat knows
It's not a snake
In London-town cats
can sleep
In the butcher's doorway.
I should have scratched
that spot before
I started to sleep
Haiku my eyes!
my mother is calling!
Friday, February 4, 2011
Jack Kerouac | American Haiku
Early morning yellow flowers,
thinking about
the drunkards of Mexico.
No telegram today
only more leaves
fell.
Nightfall,
boy smashing dandelions
with a stick.
Holding up my
purring cat to the moon
I sighed.
Drunk as a hoot owl,
writing letters
by thunderstorm.
Empty baseball field
a robin
hops along the bench.
All day long
wearing a hat
that wasn't on my head.
Crossing the football field
coming home from work -
the lonely businessman.
After the shower
among the drenched roses
the bird thrashing in the bath.
Snap your finger
stop the world -
rain falls harder.
Nightfall,
too dark to read the page
too cold.
Following each other
my cats stop
when it thunders.
Wash hung out
by moonlight
Friday night in May.
The bottoms of my shoes
are clean
from walking in the rain.
Glow worm
sleeping on this flower -
your light's on.
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