a few haikus

my heart just melted
into a misty something 
deep and bayyati

a mere offering
to one with a heavy heart
the sun shone briefly

looking upon you
singing and dancing, happy,
a white rose blooming

a real page turner

she was fair enough
nothing too special
in a peculiarly special way
je ne sais quoi but...
    a kreutzer sonata
    waiting to happen 

coffee alone

what happened to my muse
not a single thing
not a single damn thing
my muse stayed the same 
maybe even grew
still inspiring

'tis i, the me and myself
the sty in my own eye
saboteur of the ambitious me
the me trying to change
forever trying and maybe
just maybe succeeding 
for a nano day or week

yeah...
let me get a coffee
and start-up again 

variations on 2 richie b poems

that's where i see
your face baby
so many painted posies 
on cristoforo's toesies

taking off 
his designer 
brautigan shoes

is there anything
more beautiful than...
oh fuck it
who gives a shit

springhill, indiana
may 12, 2026 

 

The Richie B poems... here they are 

Discovery

By Richard Brautigan

The petals of the vagina unfold 
like Christopher Columbus 
taking off his shoes. 

Is there anything more beautiful 
than the bow of a ship 
touching a new world?

 

The Historical Interpretation of Red Armour

By Richard Brautigan

It’s the color of 
Christopher Columbus 
taking off his shoes.

That’s where I see 
your face, baby,|
on a tank,
all around the main gun.