And where does one go
after he dies?
Back into the place
before one’s eyes?

Jessica and I
sending instant messages
churping night crickets

New Ways of Understanding

With the dimming light of an April sunset, a shadow silently awakens the lizard with the shrill of a morning alarm.

The weight of emptiness is so heavy.

swinging on a web
a pair of amber pine leaves
reft by Autumn wind

My heart flutters slightly
alone on a summer night
with the nightbox.

I step outside
where the night moth dances around
a large spider web.

A gentle shuffle
sleeping on the bunkhouse bed
while the night hounds bark

A boy and a girl
on the old campfire log
lit by amber rain

The airplane takeoff
a slight rumble shakes the plane
a stomach empty

Her Poem Knows No Name

Pale skin light
and the soft red blush
of her hair
feign as the piston and petals
of an ordinary flower

Her flower knows no botany;

beyond color and smell
and beyond the reach
of other bumblebees

For their sake;
otherwise their honey would forever seem
bitter

Her flower
knows no poetry;
sitting beyond the reach of my metaphors
so I humbly say:
I
love
you
and really do--

The lioness has no mane except in the eyes of her lion.

summer night...summer night...

Depressed Because My Mom Forced Me To Garden

who planted your seed
little weed
ill make you go away
with my green spray
and in time
you'll be slime
and I could play with you
cause im slime too

I wrote this story over the summer, I dont know why I'm posting it nearly a year later...

Summer Night

Warding Off Bitterness:
everyone has their place
everyone has their place
everyone has their place
everyone has their place
everyone has their place
everyone has their place
everyone has their place
everyone has their place
everyone has their place
everyone has their place
everyone has their place
everyone has their place

Now seperated
how lost I am without you
fallen contact lense

Russian girl
with big eyes
never called me back
really sucked

widescreen monitor
not wide enough to block my
meeting eyelashes

Ideals and Insects

Only when looking up did everything seem so impossibly far. So I looked down on women and all I had to do was reach down a little bit. Now insects are my stars.

Haiku

next to the window;
without a sound my cellphone
rings with failure

Haiku (The Bus Chronicles)

Waiting for the bus
the squirrels jumping and playing
on leafless branches

accidental glance
hey man stop looking at me
homosexual

A touching embrace
between two complete strangers
violent speed bump

Aphorism

Hitchhike on the hearts of other girls to reach Her

Haiku

one in the morning
rising the gullotine's blade
setting the alarm

Haiku*

another sunset
sitting on a Winter leaf
little hummingbird


*This haiku stemmed from me watching a hummingbird sitting on leaf while the sun was setting. Most of my haiku stem from empirical observation. Upon later reflection it's interesting how the connotative mood of the haiku always seems to reflect that of my own.

Haiku- SKI TRIP!

The afternoon sun
softly through the car window
highlights her hair

First time in the snow
instinctively a snowball
thrown at Mazy's head

A six-hour drive
to get away from nagging
--then there was Ziba

My first time skiing
above the snow a flower
hey its a Jasmine

The sky instructor
"hey shutup and let me teach"
after nagging him

My first ski lesson
I watch the beautiful snow
drop like asain girls

That Elana girl
in seventeen syllables
no no no no no

Group organizer
vomits and sleeps in the tub
Mike Yadigari

"Hey man you're dripping"
--its offensive when you're drunk
angry expression

I ask Persian girls
to please turn down the music
before I vomit

Shirin doesn't ask
'what will you do with that!?'
I want to hug her

Winter

My self-esteem is seasonal
-Winter

Haiku*

on a windy night
the fir tree agrees with him
on a windy night

*after hundreds of haiku, I think I've come up with my own unique style. Basically, L1 and L3 are identical however L3 has a subtle difference in connotation in light of L2. I've done it before in another haiku:

the little lizard
does push-ups on Spring concrete
the little lizard

Haiku

outside the party
midnight smoke rings wobble up
and outline the moon

Diary 1

I was always opposed to publishing diary entries,and I still am. I'm writing this diary series to stimulate thought and writing again since I've been lagging in both. I think these entires may have some viewing value because I tried to make them interesting and they aren't really diary entries anyways, theyre more like short stories. Anways, here is the link:

Diary 1

Relationships and Stuff...

Only after they twist your stomach into a paperclip do you begin to hold it together

Haiku

On a night moutain
watching city lights flicker
with a churping sound

Untitled

Are you amused at the way I impose poetic order onto my life;
one haiku at a time?

Philosophy


I'm determined to do well

You Come to Realize...


The guiltiest are the least guilty.

Haiku

a soft, summer sky
pierced by the autumn sunset
California

untitled poem

a full moon;
the loving child
they wane away tenderly
into black outlines
of what they once were

The funs and joys
of childhood toys
are gone

--Until you meet a girl
and feelings twirl
through your eyes
stars in stuff
in full moon skies

a full moon;
the loving girl
they wane away tenderly
into black outlines
of what they once were

This relationship
is an extension of me
but again I never became
what I wanted to be

Descriptive/Prescritive

they go
I go

Haiku

On windy pavement
brown maple leaves end summer
with a scraping sound

Haiku

a tree in motion
baby squirrels twist and wrestle
under the tree shade

Summer Night

The crickets churp outside
on a pale-stale couch I lied
watching green-glare-t.v.-shadows
hit the ceiling

the absent feeling

the bathroom facet
the refrigerator hum
hmmmmmmmmmm

Night Puddle

As a boy I thought I could grab the stars out of the night puddle. I grew up and realized it was stupid.

Reproduction

reproduction of copyrighted material

Bleak

no light
late at night
what a sight..

Haiku

the big glass window
so many cars whizzing by
and cars whizzing by

Haiku

tropical rainstorm
limbo on a sandy beach
little cubicle

Computer

zig
click
zag
click
zig
click
zag
click

see ya tomorrow!

Answering Machine

...
......
--beep

Haiku

climbing the moutain
hey man come check out how big
this butterfly is

Haiku

I sat on a rock
sunlight really strained my eyes
walk back to the car

Haiku

flower by flower
my summer bumblebee
writing the haiku

Berkeley's Door

passing unfamiliar roads
on the distance a green light
tints the stop sign

It smoked

Haiku

a warm summer night
like a gladiator, I
wrestle my pillow

Darkness Driving

Black nights
Pavement reflections
Dolor bursts to anger
Over red lights

Lights and law grow thin
These nocturnal times
The red-light circles
Turn to red lines

Dark pavement
Dark sky
Bitterness
Black
to blacker

Haiku

outside the school yard
as I wait for my brother
I love my mother

Haiku

just imagine it
we'd be perfect together...
ummm actually

Haiku

buzzing computer
drowned out by nervous chatter
dull presentation

I wrote another (very) short story. Anyone who has ever worked in an office will appreciate it. The story is dense, some themes include: human psychology as we are only sure of two things, a) we are alive, b) we will die, as opposed to pieces of electronical equipment like computers. The natural resistance a normal person would have to confinement, computers, artificial structures ect..., and the distorted perceptions of reality people develop in reaction to pain. This giving away too much already. Anyways the link is below

My Computer

Haiku

pair of pink pigeons
gracefully glide side-by-side
into the sunset

Prayer #1

The days have not yet expired;
I will wait for her

Haiku

picking up my mom
the moon follows me to the
LAX airport

Summer Night

The churping of crickets become as regular as my pulse

Haiku

forgetting to look
both ways before he crosses
little butterfly

Haiku*

Time pounds my spirit
as waves pound the teary shore.
Raging tsunami.


*I cant believe its been two years since I wrote this.

Haiku

VCR light blink
VCR light blink
VCR light blink

(lack of) Love #2:
Eliza

Pink glowing
of a dim sunset
vanilla ice cream
could have made you smile
puffing your cheeks
round
beautiful
smooth
rejection
missed call
after missed call
after missed call

Haiku

as the sky turns black
the night crickets churp louder
and she doesn't call

(lack of) Love #1:
Desiree'

So the heat made shadows
dancing across the pavement
imitating your Persian hair
twirling
&
curling
in my mind
I still ignore the thick summer thighs
of curvy girls

Untitled

Pink and white flower petals stuck to the gritty streets of White Oak. I hunched along thinking about how untastefully the petals... I noticed a white butterfly gliding around a tiny flower petal as it spun to the ground; fool thought that it had found a lover. I remember tingling with solace knowing that nature had designed a creature more pathetic than myself. I walked up to the fallen petal; before I realized what had happened the petal sprung up into the air and the two of them just flew off together.

Haiku*

As she ponders life
the ocean breeze meets her face...
so does my Frisbee.

*Based on a true story. Probably the funniest haiku I've ever written (or more precisely co-written). I was playing frisbee with my friend Dor on the beach and we hit quite a few people that day. I dont know why, but I think its more funny when Frisbee is capitalized.

Haiku*


dirty puddle in
the Koo-Koo-Roo parking lot
little dragonfly


*see comments on 7/11 post

Gathering Lonely Nights

I caressed the back of a lonely night because I would never see it again.

Haiku

grazing the puddle
of a dirty parking lot
little dragonfly

Haiku*

briefly our eyes meet
she is just too beautiful
blue linoleum

*for a long time I considered this to be the best haiku I've ever written.

Haiku

summer afternoon
may I ask where you're going
little dragonfly

Haiku

very recklessly
it explodes past the stop sign
the little black ant

Dinner

buzz...buzz...buzz...
buzz...buzz...
buzz...

Haiku

cool summer morning
soft flowery perfume of
the urinal mint

Weekday

First round knockout;
Tuesday

Haiku

A cool summer's wind
shakes the porcupine's needles
resting on her head

Haiku

a boring lecture
pen, window, girl, pen, window...
girl, girl, girl, girl, girl

Haiku

a fly grazes past
the head of an Asian girl
and lands on my desk

Acne

Its like playing whack-a-mole on your face.

meta-physics

The constant is light

Haiku

billowing chalk cloud
as my physics professor
drops his eraser

*&-C'0/\/\p-uT3R-+_#

Tundra:


strained,
dry, red
eyes

Waterfall:


weighted eyelids
crash down
shield

PIXELS ARE SYRINGES:
thin blades
through tender, brown eyes

a gargoyle
with glasses
--I hunch

Moloko - Sing it Back

The inspiration for my blog title. OK, I owe my legions of fans some more explaination for posting this disco garbage: I first heard this song in 1999 in Isreal when it was being played on a non-stop rotation. I moved to back to America in 2002, and on my recent trip to Israel I heard the song on MTV again; it was then that I realized that possibly the best line in the history of music was out of the mouth of Moloko.

Haiku

"It's hurting my eyes"
"What does he think he's doing"
--The wedding dancefloor

With a Morose Expression

I've noticed that there are those guys who cry before their wedding, and those who shed tears...

Seventeen syllables is worth a thousand words.

Haiku

shining off the door
of the BMW
working Mexicans

HUH?

"Phil, you'll never look at me like the old -----, but I'll tell you anyways..."

EXpLOsIoN
KaBLoOeY
VIeTnaM
NaPAlM
RuBbLE
9/11

@#&^#@&^@*&#
*&@#*&@*#&@
why did he
@#*@#&*@#&@#
tell me that ???/11/1?
@#**#&*@&#*@#

Haiku

Los Angeles moon
reflected on the window
a naked lightbulb

Haiku

the evening crickets
cellphone with low battery
chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp...

Haiku

the chirping of birds
while my grandmother argues
with the gardener

Haiku

staring at the boy
until he looks back at her
then she looks away

Untitled

There blooms a week toward the end of spring when the girls wear nothing but their smooth tans to pay me back for all the sordid glances that I've avoided.

Haiku*

a passing spring wind
gently sways the maple leaves
waving me goodbye


*I wrote this haiku my last real day of community college.

Haiku

the morning birds sing
but I stumble into class
Frankenstien style

Spring's Dregs

Dull humming
of the refrigerator
follows me outside
like a trail of grey smoke
late
late
early
early
sleeping scheduales
make no difference
im still
droopy
and
tired
and yet
boredom's humming
is blown away on tomorrow's zephyr

to Society

they want you to fake it, but never admit to it

Haiku

stars in the Spring sky
an ambitious soccerball
hits me in the groin

Haiku

middle of the night
the little cricket and I
spring back in terror

Sunset Blv.

There is nothing epic about the Odyssey driving in front of me.

Haiku

People look better
when you put your glasses on
generally speaking

Ben

yeah, we should have ran

At the Intersection of Cowardice and Neurosis

Sinister paparazzi;
the yellow lights
flash off the dark, wet asphalt
disperse through the windshield mist
through my glasses
chagrin
she noticed
the yellow glare
reflected on my face
as I miss the light
and develop a photographic memory

the passenger seat is empty

Haiku

Washing his sneakers
as he races to the car
puddle by puddle

Haiku

Crawling inch-by-inch
making its way across my
denim universe

Haiku

Jumping up the vine
only to slide back down it
Mario style

Synthetic

powerlines
but a lack of energy
behind the computer screen

a tear;
strain not sorrow

later the book
told me to shut it:
"dude stop whining"

a melancholy melody
dropped its notes
like a bomb

like a Vietnamese
I smashed a cricket
12:22 a.m.

I forgot physics
and the night sky disappointed me

Poem*

how quickly
they fall
this autumn


*I know we are approaching June, but I found this while looking through some old notebooks and didn't want to forget it so I achieved it on the blog.

5'7"

The closer your head is to the ground, the closer it goes to the ground.

Haiku

she knows she's pretty
breaking through the corridor
she knows I know too...

Haiku

5 in the morning
"It's great you're up this early!"
good night grandmother

Haiku

after the party
a thrush sings me to my car
3 in the morning

Aphorism

For me, using poetry to fight off a depressing night is like warding off a dragon with a twig.

I've written another short story. I began writing it in Isreal and I finished it here. Its genius is no where near The Cheekbone, but it is much more conventional and easier to read. Like The Cheekbone, I don't deal with strait symbolism as much as I deal with nuance and undertone. So here it is:

On Idolatry

Haiku

the little lizard
does push-ups on Spring concrete
the little lizard

Be careful what you wish for... Agoura Hills*


*Agoura Hills is a quiet, little suburb outside of L.A..

Haiku

Perched on the Pine tree
the crow sits on the apex
'till another joins.

They are only adults if you are a child

Haiku

The little droplet
waits patiently on my sleeve
to burst into it

Haiku

incessant chirping
the clock ticking does not help
--rolling in my bed

Haiku

reaching for the sun;
you blossom into your form
one leaf at a time

Haiku

cricket symphony
an old refrigerator
moans less than I do

Haiku

eventually
the water will be enough
little dragonfly

Haiku

a thousand deadends
does this useless fern provide
the wandering ant

Haiku

dull companion
is this silly mosquito
elevator ride

Haiku

walking by flowers
the only one I gave her...
delicate pansy

Haiku*

a blooming white rose
what is wrong with your petal
little butterfly


*Anyone who has studied haiku should know the inspiration for this. In fact its more a tribute than anything.

Haiku

In a living room
the fly buzzes in my ear
--please close the screen door

Haiku

The Sun and the Moon
carelessly hide and go seek
while he trys to sleep

Haiku*

passing the flowers
ruining the honeymoon
silly bumblebee


*I've begun to draw on old material. Most of the haiku ending with "little ----" or "silly -----" are written during a period which I consider to be my Golden Age of Haiku; a time where my haiku were traditional and they came very easily to me. Ironically, they were written during a shakey period of my life in the summer of 2005.

Spring Twilight

Spring twilight;
Heavenly Bodies
make room
for Hers.

Haiku

an old Asian man
deflated expectations
Super Lotto Plus

s-n

like a child
it sets
when I ask
it to stay

Haiku

on a cramped Bluebus
lady don't sit next to me
hippopotamus

Haiku

Purim Mitzvah*
that went miserably wrong
(his teeth were rotten)




*Jewish holiday where you distribute bags of candy to homeless people

Haiku

like winter water
her toe darts from the asphalt
a solid red hand

Haiku

on spring zephyrs
flock of yellow leaves
crossing the street

logic hates ambiguity...HAH!

2006

Modern pain:
your lower back strain
high blood pressure is back
and you will surely die
of a heart attack

Modern pain:
your eyes strain
past the glare:
"SEX ENHANCER!"
your wife has cancer

Modern pain:
the elegant reason
paramount to treason
history's handsome fraud
belief in....

have faith
I am wiser than you
--what no faith?

nonlinear
I promise
is better

Modern pain:
can they recover
when we discover
it hurts more
than that of yore

Nihilist and Poet

"I sir, write about nothing!"

Nihilist and Poet

"How d-dare you create double meanings in a world where there is none!?"

Haiku

a computer desk
offers no inspiration
stupid idiot

Haiku

staring at the clock
wishing I had gone to sleep
four hours ago

Haiku

sitting across her
I should have just kept walking
the shuttle ride home

Haiku

the wavy moment
of the rippling round white flesh
ten pounds overweight

The pain is the pain killer.

Slouch

umbrella
cloud
rain
Asian girl
frown
slouch

Haiku

Even with myself
the late night conversations
sadly onesided

Haiku

enough already
please-- you're making me dizzy
little butterfly

Haiku

my old tennis shoes
make it hard for me to walk
--tripping over them

Haiku

Western Medicine…
"got just the thing for yer cough--
involves surgery."

Haiku*

Eastern Medicine…
"Ryu san, you broke yo’w neck—
I go buy you herbs."



*Please do not be offended as I wrote these about two years ago.

Poem

no more negative thoughts
no more negative thoughts
no more negative thoughts
no more negative thoughts
no more negative thoughts
no more negative thoughts
no more negative thoughts
no more negative thoughts
no more negative thoughts
no more negative thoughts
no more negative thoughts
no more negative thoughts
no more negative thoughts
no more negative thoughts
no more negative thoughts

Poem

She is no supermodel
but I still mutter marry me
under my breath
under her dark curls
looking up from my desk
her goofy Jewish smile
as she flutters by me

...like a Jew
she deflates my expectations
arguing with my logic teacher
throwing her arms in the air
"this is ridiculous"

this is ridiculous

Poem

The sun breaking apart;
Fall leaves
A chubby kid
with a dumb face
and slick moves
was playing tag
in a leaf shower.

Lazy, Yo

It seems to me that we should leave some mark upon the world and not just pass away, for what good can that do?

--Eleanor Roosevelt, age 14.

Stupidly grazing
the grey sheep stood

meh
mmeehhhh
mmmmMMEEEHHH

Fat cheeks
inflated
like a ballon
crumbs of grass

Common, I'm a good guy

"God himself will provide the lamb for the burnt offering, my son"
....
"Father?" "Yes, my son?"
...
"but where is the lamb for the burnt offering?"
...
He went over and took the ram and sacrificed it as a burnt offering instead of his son.
...
Abraham looked up and there in a thicket he saw a ram caught by its horns

Haiku

The sweetest sunset
that these eyes have ever missed
sleeping through the day

Haiku

The calming blue light
of a humming computer
unable to move

DaSani

on her water bottle
the condensation
fingerprints

fluorescent lighting
off the turquoise wrapper
tint

desk

circles;
rippling
shaking
her leg

Haiku

The boy walked by and
was suddenly startled as
the bush chirped at him

A Westerner's take on an Easterner's take of a Westerner on an Easterner

dude,
dude,
dude,
dude,

Karma

Haiku*

Like a bursting dam
the most scummy Persian guys
enter the classroom


*I felt kind of bad writing this one: At the time I wrote it I only knew one of the three guys, and I didn't know how I felt about bunching his two friends with him. Recently however, one of the guys who doesn't know me at all starting tugging on my leg for answers in the middle of a logic test. Now I dont feel so bad about presuming he was a scumbag just because he was associating with the biggest of one them all.

PS- I love Persians but its guys like those that give them all a bad name.

It's all good until he puts you in a sleeper hold.*




* I overheard this older woman in my class talking about how she broke up with her Ultimate-Fighter boyfriend after he put her in a sleeper hold.

Suppressed vocal powers
-- what else was a supposed to do?

Haiku

Lying on a bench
the clouds came down to greet me
burning cigarette

I wrote another short story (very short) while on the flight to Israel. Its very sad when I think about it. As I finish posting the last of the stuff I wrote while I was there, I have a hard time coming to terms with the fact that the trip is over. My mindset goes back to school and other things. This story is a bit more conventional than The Cheekbone, but still, it is a bit whacky and facetious.

Untitled <----link

I had my way with words.

Haiku

My bonzai and I
discuss the pangs of being
physically stunted

Poem

passing time;
hours
in a white room
hours, the room
is still white
only slightly darker
and still
still

Poem


You're always there
even when you're with me

I've written a couple short stories in my day. The Cheekbone is my favorite. It is a post-modern masterpeice. The fabulous Jessica Haroonian (editor) had this to say:

"I don’t know if you want things to seem abrupt, but they are...adjectives and verbs seem really random and just disrupt the reader’s reading. If you meant for things to be expressed as abrupt and random to provoke certain thoughts, then I guess you should just leave it alone. "

This was exactly what I was going for. I'm going to write a full and detailed analysis of the story but I'd rather let people have their own interpertations before I give them mine. It would probably be a better idea if I had posted a more... umm... conventional short story, to prove that I can write ie, "know the rules before you break them," but at this point it doesn't really matter. On that note if you see any obvious typos please let me know.

I'm not sure why but the blogger screws up the formatting when I post it from word perfect, so please excuse the lack of indentation. So without further ado....

The Cheekbone

He said

Socially agressive--
Bully
Dude you should've seen
what I went through

-----*

Stern gaze
on a soft face
sliver of crystal
on her delicate cheek
as she scratches it

From behind her chair
playing with her hair
he can see
by the outward movements
of her slender-pink fingers


*I never finished this poem; I had great plans for it but I underestimated the length of the train ride and I didn't want to finish it with inauthentic observations.

Haiku

Before we vomit
Aaron and I exchange an
acknowledging glance

Poem

The rhythmic tick-tock
of the clock
like a pleasant hum
when you're a bum

Keep telling yourself that... to feed your ego.

-Jessica Faroonian

EGO *munch*hat a cool guy!

EGO *chomp*st guy ever!

EGO *slurp*r so dreamy!

Please don't touch me so I don't touch myself.

Haiku

slippery tears drop
faster than the hair of his
receding hairline

Haiku

a very fat girl
putting her life on the line
working with ice cream

Bus Ride 2

The stench of a brown-eyed
twelve-year-old girl
sitting on the bus
next to a rosy
twelve-year-old boy
sitting on the bus

Butterflies with wingspans
as wide as his smile
in his stomach
while she sits there
slightly irritated

Train Station 2

Jumpy eye contact
trance music
lingering in his head
from last night; a dirty night
with random people
in a train station
your eyes dart.

Bus Ride

I leaned forward
and so did she
I noticed her eye
gazing at me
I leaned back
and with a sigh:
if only I weren't stuck
between a Russian
and some old guy!

Suitcase*

A little epistle
that need not be sent
it only reminds you
of how fast it went

I think this time
I’ll spin it a rhyme
its already quite depressing
the passing of time

You took me to the scene
of your submarine
he didn’t make it
it didn’t get far
the hills still mourn
the fallen Dakar

We went to the shop
that served coffee and tea
girls don’t like creepy–
you take it from me

its ok to admit it
it doesn’t make you a fiend
but that girl we checked out
was only fourteen

blurred images on a train
as the light bends
are even less fleeting
than time with friends

but how much I'll miss
that of bit bliss
when I first noticed
the dark curls
on the heads
of those soldier girls

*This was written as less of a serious poem and more as a way to preserve the memories of that trip.

Haiku*

If you learn one thing
its that girls don't like creepy
you take it from me.



*The original concept for the haiku came about in an interesting way. I was tutoring this older guy in Statistics. I pointed out a girl that I thought was cute and continued to stare off into space (which happended to be in her direction). He thought I was staring at the girl incessantly for a minute and so he started murmuring, "Phil, girls don't like creepy, Phil girls don't like creepy." Then in Israel, my good friend Erez Miller took me to the Shawarma shop where I co-wrote the verse in the post below. Later that day we went to a coffee shop and the words, "Phil, girls dont like creepy" kept repeating in my mind; this was probably due to the age of a girl I was checking out earlier (see "Shawarama Shop"). I knew I wanted to incorperate that line in a haiku. And so with Erez at my side, we co-wrote the above haiku-- we're not perverts although the impressions you get from my blogs may seem otherwise.

Shwarma Shop

Erez and I
staring at the 16* year olds
we never got
and still
couldn't get.

*I still insist that she was 14.

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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