These are not haiku in the traditional sense. I use the form to explore different ideas in the same way that I use poetry. I keep to the 5-7-5 structure but I stray from the subject matter that is usually associated with haiku.
eating hard boiled eggs
reading good poetry too
makes some kind of sense
prophylactic sense
stretch it over your head now
guards against ideas
I eye you he said
sat smiling strangely at me
i poked his eye out
it is very short
you say you're not a midget
i am not convinced
the fall's mark e smith
he spouts scathing invective
scattershot mind-bomb
weller and foxton
dig the new breed, setting sons
shoot eton rifles
jane's addiciton rule
been caught stealing, classic girl
what more can i say?
darklands to munki
the jesus and mary chain boil
it into darkness
public image proved
lydon was the genius
mclaren's all talk
throbbing gristle pulse
20 jazz funk greats simmers
strips your mind down stark
hey ho lets go sing
joey johnny dee dee mark
and tommy fastloud
bon scott's highway scream
angus young in schoolboy gear
brian johnson two's up
fear and loathing spits
fury and devours young minds
read between the lines
he hates black people
doesn't know a single one
ignorant, stupid
it was easy for her
she hated children so much
it was her sister cried.
she came to me with drugs
we share a needle and spoon
now i have got AIDS
you damn sycophant
kissing the management's arse
we know you're a grass
two towers explode
we have never forgotten
repurcusssions still
find bin laden
try saddam hussein for crimes
destabilise all
anti nazi league
enlightened and enquiring
has an open mind
shane macgowan and
kirsty maccoll sang on the
best christmas song made
i like rid of me
is this desire is cool too
PJ Harvey rocks
she's throwing muses
catching a fifty foot wave
the house tornado
guns of brixton fire
the white city rockers clash
strummer and jones spar
malcolm mclaren
ever feel you've been cheated?
johnny rotten rules
Fiery sunset,
Source of earth bound life descends --
Sunk boat horizon.
Messages, left dead,
Knew the real but distant truth
That cleanses the eyes.
To point direction
Night rests in its milky sphere,
Smiling under cloak.
Origin lies in
A cell's dream of division
That shall multiply.
We dance in day now:
Take us presently into
Its warm matrix grip.
Of day's blood sunset,
Of childish nursery rhymes,
Of golden raindrops.
Behind the eyes
Bottle in profusion drift,
We enter life blind.
They who sang to us
In machine gun utterings
End to now begin.
The Messiah bleeds,
We consume his truth in awe --
the scar does not heal.
And instinct takes hold --
Migration licks the raw air,
A bird flies due South.
We step through dyings
Into the blessed after,
Weighted by the truths.
We who said there were
Comforts in the lie called life
Now sing au secour.
I .The hung man rotates:
A wild spinning joker's card
Laughing tarot fate.
II .Tarot knives of dream
Pierce the fleshy future
Bleeding it for facts.
We rain in new storms:
Thunder pulsing in fresh hearts,
La deluge au coeur.
Dreams quickly turn as
Midnight's eye opens slowly
To digest morning.
