Pelted with wet leaves
I'm nature's papier mâché
Autumn's creation

We cannot see love
Nor pain nor joy nor sorrow
We cannot pinpoint
Jealousy or rage; instead
We are left only
To wonder at faint flickerings
Of tongue or cheek.
Emotions are so
Elegantly elusive
Intently we peer
Through eyes, through veils, seeing
Only through a glass, darkly

Why is it that art
And academia are
Not the best of friends?
They both make a lot of sense
And inform one another
But some people just
Can't use both sides of their brains
That sounds quite condescending
What I really mean
Is that between books and bolts,
Brushes and blueprints, only
Corpus callosum
Comes between the bankers,
The painters,
And me.

蟻

Six-legged neighbors
Arrive at night silently
Through the front window
Defying gravity they
Traverse the ceiling
To admire my cooking

Fresh crumbs left behind
A tribute for my neighbors
Appreciative
They'll bring their friends tomorrow

A rare yellow leaf:
In the land of summer rain
Nothing ever dies
Flowers are always in bloom


[5/18/10]

I signed a letter
And had my photo taken
To support the rights
Of students in Iran.
Why was it so hard
For everyone else to sign?
Will you always let your pride
Your fear of nothing
Come between you and doing
What you know might just be right?


[5/18/10]

ハンバーガー

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Savoring first bite
Lips slick with slippery oil
I dive down for more
But wait! there's something missing
Ah; they forgot the relish.

I set out driving
Early morning late July
Wind whips at my hair
Buffeted by a cool breeze
The slightest hint
of Autumn hangs in the air

One haiku a day
It doesn't have to be good
It just has to be

四

Sulphured haze descends
The aftermath of magic,
Barbecue and beer

蟻

-
Ants: unaffected
By the housing crisis yet
So ruined by rain

When will they wise up
To the inefficiency
Of building with sand?

It's been a while.
Between school and the weather,
Summer is busy.

Math is everywhere
On-ramps are asymptotic
If you do it right

From pools on my skin
Drosphilia drink deeply
Sated in the heat

Clouds roll and rumble
Bright blue gives way to warm grey
Zeus prepares his bolts
What seems ominous to us
Is great for the plants and ducks

Wipe slice slice slice turn
Slice slice slice, inhale, exhale
Shhhhuk, crunch mmmm... The Zen
Of Slicing Watermelon

蚤

They seek your warm spots
Leave kiss marks for you to find
Make you itch for more.
Silently they come and go,
Unfaithful lovers;
Nuzzle close, nibble gently,
Then leave you for another.

They mate in the air
Serene, then suddenly: SPLAT!
Ah, lovebug season.

The air is so still
No sound except the plip plop
Of sweat from my nose

Eating and driving
Easy unless it is fruit
Plum juice everywhere