Daily Haiku-Baku

Kerouac said in an interview to the Paris Review:
"Haiku is best reworked, and revised.  I know, I tried.  It has to be completely economical, no foliage and flowers and language rhythm, it has to be a simple little picture in three lines."

Art of Fiction No. 43 Jack Kerouac.1968.

• Aboard, yellow train/ Grand Tour among big black bison/ Sulfate spews faithful
• Fear imprisoned you; Cloistered what did you see? While I holy ran!
• Angel Cameron, waits in blind battled corner, blind babies scream today.
• Christian Nation Blooms - tuning up to world madness- Lord guide us Zombies
• Twooos and Threes , creative scattered debris, sixes and sevens. 
• Dad and I hike up-through dewy laid state park-grey slug crawls on moss
• Dark day, clouds hang low. Wife sleeps in late, hits the snooze. Car sputters_she's gone.
• Espresso's ashen smell-I sip my hot Publix French Roast- brews unaccustomed quests
• Ficus makes a stand-we thought it dead from deep freeze-new leaves grow hopeful.
• Foggy day ascends, sun shines through - killing the fog - light breaks through oak trees
• Librarian shelves, me under Dewey's numbers, Tall Tales and Legends.
• May blahs grab a-hold/ Feelings are Deadly caffeinated/May blahs grab a hold
• oppressive tin can/ increases infinitude/ truly hyperbole
• pasteurized holy milk/creed, confessions, stone churches/we worship mortally
• Searching for Haiku/ peering through stones, cement, marbles/ Searching for Haiku
• Singing Godly songs/ settling by mighty oaks/ Abram moved his tent.
• Think first-guard your words / No Pari Vou critical words/ Do not speak - stray words
• Oh technology, your mastery suffers men, to the loss of time.
• Boys skip rocks on crystalline lake/Ripples Spread Out/Stilled!/Splash! (Baku
• Worried blue-tint/notes.  Dreams, sunny days fishing,/for future recall.
• An Ice Age Snow Cone - my lips become numb from cold - frost gathered near.
• Fear imprisoned you; - Cloistered what did you see? - While I holy ran!
• Uzi filled Bus/took pilgrims out of Cairo/to Jerusalem.  
• Lumber Truck Braking, One Morning at Pacific. I'm Sleep walking.
• Smelling Pine Tar/olfactory recalled/now I'm woke up.
• Descending Rabbit Hole We went/ grabbing onto taro roots / but our hands slipped.
  We plunged into/the depths of ocean waves/drifting us away.
• Like a Big Moon Pie, Like the moon, and sweet tasting,  Life is a TURNIP? 
• My open Torah/my stylus points, magically/the words float up.
  I the apprentice/learns to breath, render,  /"alpehs" and "bets."
  whispers bounce into/congregated honored heads/praying to Jesus.
  Grandma bends down/before the missionary Jesus/offering prayers. 

• Spring training ends. from Port St. Lucie; to fielding in Snow. (04.15.2013)
• Rewiring this Old House: Easton Ohio
  Gone up in smoke.
  Mister
  Match Less,
• Illinois Golfer, /stood on yard marker, which/ sunk beneath his feet. 
• Whisk of White Clouds: realist painting of Florida; a Blue Sky Portrait
• Saved family from dangerous dragon.
  Breathes an ashen blue,
  ember
  tower.
  
  In Easton Ohio, our prayers
  Go up, Godly sent.
  Breathless,
  Family,
  
  Now stands a foundation, outlined.
  God rebuilds proper,
  Brush Strokes
  Take Hold.
  
  
  
• Fish: flayed slimy, huge, pale, caught./Baby Squids/
  Squish/ Squish We Pass Octopus Garden./Baby Squids./Squish/Feet Fall

Walking on baby Octopus./Eight arms spread out./Squish/Squish.(Baku: Three Stanzas)
Stillness: Startled gasp,- quietness, two sparrows flap,- wings in unison.
Running usually late: Why, do I often think that  travel is instant? 

I-70: flat-blues, land stretching out between, farm-field, farm, field, farm...

scare-crows welcome you, across yellow grain fields,"Will it ever end?"

Do we have enough -  gas?  till the next one ahead, glad for AAA (Triple A)!

Spring Two: 

Oliver, the cat, jumps at me
snarling to get my interest for his
shy and hungry friend, Smough
time to buy meow mix; (bits?).

Spring One

Up from my deathly flu,
 I returned my Facebook world,
greeted by my cat Smoug. 

Caught in that line,  Ahab battled demons by casting overboard.

 

Huck Finn

House laid like a tomb, still as death...
Civil Huck dreamed.
Freedom:
Me-yow!

Story book notions, play with your itch.

Highway boys nest, 

and break,

fences.

Huck is a perfect "sap-head",
low down, in the muck,
life like,
logic.

Six times seven equals thirty,
adds up to not.
Liquored,
fortune.