I'm a no-good, low-down, dirty double-dealer, with a sleeveful of aces and a stake in the game (I cheat when I play Go Fish!). I've been an understudy to greatness, and an adviser to the stars. I'm a first-rate second banana, and a three-time regional goofball champion! I try to learn something new every day. I've got a heart made of gold and a healthy respect for leprechauns. I am a jester in the court of disaster, and the high bailiff of the low tide. I've been abolished approximately twice. I hold fast but drive slow(ly). I dot my tees and cross my eyes. I forget to breathe sometimes. I mind my peas and queues while listening to podcasts in the garden. I have several projects in development, but one project that I have in production involves kites and cranes and several haiku scrawled on pieces of paper, folded. I'm an optimists' optimist, even as returns outpace expectations; however, I'm inclined to believe that the light at the end of the tunnel is very similar to the naught at the end of the rope. My raison d'être is anyone's guess, but I would put money on nothing. You would say that I "talk like a sailor"; I would say, "Arrr! 'Tis true ye sweet, yet saucy wench," or, "Aye, me heartie! What ye be expectin' from this spunky seaman?" I don't worship idylls, but I very much enjoy short poems. I'm a needle who dreeeeeams of haystacks; I'm a bicycle, without a fish! I have a lifetime supply of chocolate, and I will protect you from alllll evil. When I'm not saving the world from apathy and indifference, I write poems and play musical instruments.


I seek a practitioner of tea ceremony, a student of ichthyology, a consort, a muse; I prefer super-smart nerdy girls who like to get dirty. You are a little bit raw, but you're nicely refined. You possess a disciplined and celebrated mind. You are ridiculously thoughtful, courteous, and kind. You are many dreamers' dream--but just one seeker's (keeper's?) find. You are open, up front, and you look great from back behind; in fact, you are stacked--the best of all worlds combined! You do not believe in ghosts or god(s), but you hanker for luck from time to time. You rock so hard that you've been permanently barred from boarding commercial vessels. You are as far out as has ever been gone, but you always come back exactly at one. You have an abiding sense of impermanence plus perhaps a holey t-shirt that the Buddha once wore. You keep it real--but not too real. You are a donut around the whole of life, and you are also the silver lining of what would otherwise be a dark and storming cloud. You make love like a runaway train on a downhill grade; like a tornado--in a hurricane. And I'm not saying that you are a busybody--but you multi-task while juggling!

I am deep. You are deep. We're both deep, now get over it.




Haiku for you (and some for me, too)



i.

life's impermanence
is all that remains the same,
as the seasons change



ii.

when it's cold outside
come, warm yourself by this fire,
perennially



iii.

the art of the dodge
which lies broken in my yard;
rust's sculptured garden




For me, haiku is a synthetic meditation, a poem which is hidden, but is found in translation; an interpretation of an observation, conveying essence of pure distillation.

Haiku are sometimes daunting, sometimes obscure, sometimes haunting; but once you knew you loved haiku, more haiku you were wanting.

Good haiku can be sweet and sublime, like a fresh cherry blossom, or a taste of new wine. (They are) terse with every verse, to the last, from the first, because the meter must be neater than the rhyme!