Drinking my tea br Without sugar- br No difference. br br The sparrow shits br upside down br --ah! my brain & eggs br br Mayan head in a br Pacific driftwood bole br --Someday I'll live in N.Y. br br Looking over my shoulder br my behind was covered br with cherry blossoms. br br Winter Haiku br I didn't know the names br of the flowers--now br my garden is gone. br br I slapped the mosquito br and missed. br What made me do that? br br Reading haiku br I am unhappy, br longing for the Nameless. br br A frog floating br in the drugstore jar: br summer rain on grey pavements. br (after Shiki) br br On the porch br in my shorts; br auto lights in the rain. br br Another year br has past-the world br is no different. br br The first thing I looked for br in my old garden was br The Cherry Tree. br br My old desk: br the first thing I looked for br in my house. br br My early journal: br the first thing I found br in my old desk. br br My mother's ghost: br the first thing I found br in the living room. br br I quit shaving br but the eyes that glanced at me br remained in the mirror. br br The madman br emerges from the movies: br the street at lunchtime. br br Cities of boys br are in their graves, br and in this town... br br Lying on my side br in the void: br the breath in my nose. br br On the fifteenth floor br the dog chews a bone- br Screech of taxicabs. br br A hardon in New York, br a boy br in San Fransisco. br br The moon over the roof, br worms in the garden. br I rent this house.