haiku 29 Apr 2018

When one door opens
Then another door closes
Leaving exits blocked

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

dreamstate writing 26 Apr 2018

The following are particulars from this morning’s dream.

I and another were in the crystal clear, aquamarine ocean trying to figure out where waves might be breaking that we could surf on later, but the current near the beach was very strong and the rocks that formed part of the ocean floor there were sharp and jagged. A traditional Indonesian outrigger boat arrived, whereupon I am my companion left the sea.

Then, I was sheltering from the noon sun in a partial clearing under palm trees and other tropical vegetation, near the ocean, sitting on a wooden park-bench with at least one other entity, who was dark blue in color and sat behind me and to the right. Seeing movement to my left, I looked over to find an orange-skinned local woman turning a suckling pig on a spit over a fire. When I greeted her in her tongue I heard a voice say Selemat Pagi, which means Good Morning, to which I responded with Selemat Soreh, which means Good Afternoon. The voice near the woman echoed my response. Without ceasing in her task of spinning the small roasting pig and with unseeing eyes staring right at me, she opened her mouth, out of which white fluid flowed unabated to splatter on the white-gold sands below. I turned away from her to make a comment about what time of day it was to the blue-skinned fellow behind me and to my right, at which point we were approached by an entity resembling an old friend of mine from Bali who has long dreadlocks. The newcomer tried to drum up enthusiasm for a surf trip on his friend’s boat to the reef, where the waves were breaking.

From right to left across the clearing walked a very pregnant woman with dark hair and light skin wearing a light blue and white floral dress whose hands were covered in a dusting of a white substance and whose forearms bulged with thick muscles. The blue-skinned entity told me that the forearms are controlled by the front edges of the ribs, which in the physics of the dreamworld made sense to me.

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 23 Apr 2018

Eight limbs and eight eyes 
On a small, furry body 
Jumping spiders rule 

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 22 Apr 2018

Like juice in milk-jars
An unexpected thing can
Ruin a good day

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ] ​

haiku 19 Apr 2018

Using modern tools 
Unruly kids can be turned 
Into fine humans 

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 17 Apr 2018

On bright flaming legs 
The cruise missiles leaped skyward 
Deadly, illegal 

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 12 Apr 2018

In folds of space-time

Concealed from man’s errant gaze
Lie vast hidden worlds

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 10 Apr 2018

The gutters are full
Of discarded precious things
Their worth overlooked

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ] ​

haiku 8 Apr 2018

Smart, wise, but lonely
Cast aside by his maker
A lovely monster

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 5 Apr 2018

Ruts through frozen mud
Shoots budding into Springtime’s thaw
Birds and beasts return

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 3 Apr 2018

Two small, sticky hands
One growing, elastic brain
Man’s future is bright

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ] ​

haiku 1 Apr 2018

A five-hour seder
Full of song, and rejoicing
Ancient, festive, loud

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]