Haikullection — The Old
I started writing Haiku when I first got Twitter. 140 characters were just perfect. I could use the 5/7/5 and still have text left. I got so addicted to it that I could count syllables while talking, and carried a small pad around just to note them down.
When I didn’t have the pad, I’d recite the Haiku to myself, like a kid memorizing a shopping list his mother had given him, until I got something to note it down.
Here’s a selection — a Haikullection — of some of my old haiku. Order is chronological, but doesn’t really matter. They’re not traditional in the original Japanese sense, as they normally lack the seasonal reference, but I could pinpoint what made them come up, as old as some may be. You could say these are little peeks into a man’s soul.
Sometimes hearts shatter / We wish we could buy one new / But they’re not for sale.
Paradox of taste / One half bites, the other licks / I really love wine.
My cool cat Moony / Stares at me in pure dismay / She just does not drink.
Vile this emptiness / Bred from spellbound desistance / Sleep will not come now.
Lágrimas-chuva / Máscara p’ra estranhos / Com quem me cruzo.
Insomnia kills / Not medically proven / With respect, my ass.
Catsomnia pills / No frills, gives shrills, many thrills / Sysiphus-like hills.
Schizophrenia / The voices are no problem / Unless you listen.
Chirping brethren sings / Mornings full of cleanest light / Woe is he who wails.
Drench me in your sea / Of uninvited screaming / Silence does bequeath.
Dreams of happiness / Hitherto fathom this change / Or maybe just not.
If hearts had nine lives / Mine would have none left by now. / What about hairballs?
Nights like these nights like / Wondrous delights like I like / Nights like these nights, alike.
Consciousness that floats / Tumbling boats in troubled seas / Heeding drunken nymphs.
Misshapen and bent / Burdened with iniquity / Mirrors loathe of me.
Testing the calmness / Provoke and banter, fragile / Hermetic thus far.
River flowing wine / Ariadne drooping, drunk / Dreamed company.
Goddess imperfect / Twisted, finite intellect / Conceived It in swoon.
Keep dancing, circling / Unyielding — faint sorcery / Hissing Desire’s choirs.
Sweet smell of wet earth / Wishing it would cleanse it all / Dripping inside, too.
Last wood still burning / Warmth not reaching the heart’s void / Surrendered machine.
Wordplay, truth is bare / Double entendre saves face / I appeal to you.
Like honey dripping / Marvelous nectar of gods / Slipping through my tongue.
Devil whispering / Rewinding you to darkness / Sweet oblivion
Comi ‘ma pizza / Estava bem fusmada / Meti tabasco.
Poetry away / Washed into pale reverie / Sunken deep within.
Sun in your Belly / Center of Universes / Inconsiderate (fuck)
Dance of bodies twined / Love beads touching, surrender / Root myself within.
Heart on sleeve, oh my! / Bottle it up and explode? / Not an option, thanks. (Menschliches, Allzumenschliches — ich bin)
There is ebb and flow / First it giveth: it gave so / … don’t taketh away.
To four letter words / And to three word sentences / You are so banal.
A two piece jigsaw / Others fit but don’t make sense / So hard to complete.
They complete each other / Then, she must be very straight / To fit like Tetris.
They complete each other / So, he must be very big / She sells herself short.
Dancing days over / She still dances with her hands / How I love to watch.
You are my Alpha / In You I begin and end / You are my Omega.