Revision*

Noticed her hair
and wished that she would turn around...
and wished that she would turn around


*People have misinterpreted this verse, I'm hoping with this minor revision people will find my intended meaning. Although, the more I think about it, the more I like the misinterpretation.

Haiku*

How hard the drops of
water hit the night puddle
when you miss the bus



* This is probably the most authentic haiku i've ever written; one of my all-time favorites. I had just missed my bus (Israel) and was waiting under the stop staring at a puddle and thinking how hard the rain is hitting it. When I got on the next bus I just added the line, when you miss the bus. The essence of ku.

Train Station 1

The wind blew me away
as it brushed aside her hair
revealing her face
at the train station
where I began to shiver
because I was cold

See Her

That feeling
is the blood
rushing from your stomach
to your lips
leaving a void
in both

Noticed her hair
and wished that she would turn around
and wished that she would turn around

"Phil--love is the ultimate excuse to do nothing, to accomplish nothing with your life."

-Sir Rowan Wood

Bus Ride

Even through the grime
on the window
her skin looks fresh

Please meet my friend
the empty seat and I

Ohh-- one of those
too good for my friend
we’d be together
if it weren’t for him

let them go
enough already
its not their fault;
they always end up
getting scared and darting away
anyways

you're too silly
getting up for the STOP button
we’re not even at our stop yet

Easy there–
why are you doing this
its not here you fool,
you freaking idiot

as she walks away
nonchalantly
like nothing happened
blonde hair bounces
from side to side
as if to wave goodbye
sucker

To London

five inches of corruption
this little screen

pudgy British man
a likeable disposition
a yellow shirt

the circular motion
of their pelvises
outside the bathroom
OCCUPIED
with the urge
to pee

tenaciously he tries
to recline further
slurring these lines
and smashing a head
simultaneously

From London

five inches of corruption
this little screen

after the movie
the tears need be relieved
in another way...

a social void
VACANT
cabin pressure goes down

eyes straining
from sitting so close
the chair reclines
sorry

In Transit

12:35
12:35
12:35
12:35

Haiku

everything nerves him
before getting the test back
airconditioner

Haiku

under the sunshine*
so slowly the grey moth glides
depressed butterfly



* I'm not really sure if anyone reads my blog so this message may be in vain: If you have any idea what this haiku means please feel free and share your opinion because I am not sure if this haiku came out right. Thank you!

Research Methods

emotional inbursts
slouching gets worse
eyes imploding
academic research
a pandemic
the lexicon
explodes
mushrooms
Kablooey!

Haiku

A tall nervous boy
Failing across the isles
Of a shaky bus

Haiku

The train conductor
Yells at him half an hour
Jewish stream engine

Riding the deep blue seats

Like an exorcism
This cold air
Takes my mind off sordid things
Onto more…urgent matters…
Pneumonia

Haiku

Always my mother
Watches me as pretty girls
Pass my line of sight

Haiku

At the train station
In her short arms an I-pod
And a M-16

On a train
Letting it all
Pass me by.

There comes a point
In every man’s life…
And I forgot what he said
After that.

Train platform
Turns to gold
Sunrise

Haiku

Holyland greets me
With a two hour delay...
Kvetching rampage!

Haiku

A seven-hour
transfer: some jackass keeps on
turning back the clock

Pervert*

I've never seen so many young girls
Wandering alone
and lost
Come meander with me
In the
London airport





*I decided to name it after my friend Dor's comment, "sounds freaky," but originally it was written out of loneliness.

Just keep telling yourself
It’s more romantic that way...

Haiku

The London airport--
if only I understood
what they were saying

My trip to Israel while otherwise completely unproductive proved to be quite prolific when it came to haiku and poetry. Israeli girls made it increasingly difficult to remain shomer negia and they also gave my writing a love-sick tint. I will begin with the stuff I wrote In Israel and post my writings in roughly a reverse chronological order from the time I got to Israel to the time I first started writing. Anyone who has ever traveled to Israel knows that it is quite a trip and the long-seven-hour transit in London on the way there made for some interesting poetry.

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