Category Archives: Poetic flux
Flack Briday
When Black Friday comes / I’ll stand down by the door
And catch the grey men when they dive from the fourteenth floor
When Black Friday comes / I’ll collect everything I’m owed
And before my friends find out I’ll be on the road.
When Black Friday falls you know it’s got to be…
Don’t let it fall on me.
When Black Friday comes / I’ll fly down to Muswell Brook
Gonna strike all the big red words from my little black book
Gonna do just what I please / Gonna wear no socks and shoes
With nothing to do but feed all the kangaroos
When Black Friday comes I’ll be on that hill…
You know I will.
When Black Friday comes / I’m gonna dig myself a hole
Gonna lay down in it ’til I satisfy my soul
Gonna let the world pass by me / The Archbishop’s gonna sanctify me
And if he don’t come across I’m gonna let it roll.
When Black Friday comes I’m gonna stake my claim . . .
I’ll guess I’ll change my name.
LYRICS: steelydan.com
Japonaiseries
I dislike haiku
it leaves me quite unfulfilled
unlike other things.
I’m part Japanese
But I have to tell you this:
Haiku is dullsville.
When I was seven
I visited relatives
in Japan (by plane.)
The truth of it is
I prefer rhyming poems
with a clear message.
5 to 7 to 5
talk about a freakin’ DRAG
(…in Hokkaido mists)
Leaves upon water
after harvest festival
make me want to sleep
Children flying kites:
Kyoto monastery yard;
Basho-San, I’m bored
Rain upon bamboo
circles upon the carp pool…
Hey—what’s on TV ?
www.badhaiku.com
Whispered Ultimatums
When patriots express their views
It trumps the deep-state network news,
Who call it this and call it that
Then spin it in their laundromat . . .
Apart from all they say and do,
Every conspiracy is true.
Take it easy. They’ll implode slower.
Eric CIAramella is the whistleblower.
