wake slowly no dream soft sheets against my skin reluctant to meet clanging city i lack purpose but have plenty of work i get undressed and go back to bed
The swan has a shlong. Sweet ladies did swoon, “Your shlong is so long.” Leda said, “Nay, I won’t give it a play.” The swam smiled slyly, “Let me show you my tongue” Leda’s eyes twinkled She liked the new wrinkle. The tongue matched the shlong. It rang her gong.
I painted the original about 2 years ago and found it when looking for more paper for painting. I played with the painting further, making it looser, extending and elongating strokes. Ahhh!
You ask Where to have our class As Delta sneaks in. Savage kin Of covid one Seeking lethal fun. Under a tree Is perfect, you see. If not, Please allot A big room, Rather than Zoom! Zoom, Corporate baby, Everyone in a tomb Of camera angle. Trapped in seat Authority loves neat Rows of faces Compliant No one dares To be defiant. 8/14/21
The background was done some undetermined years ago at the beach. I found it when I opened the pad to do this sketch. I inked the man/god yesterday, added a bit more watercolor et voila!
This cartoon reprinted for S.R., my (equally) small friend. Okay, S.R., I admit you are a bit bigger than me but not by much!
Whilst you sleep REM deep I clean up with open end of a cup the dead baby rat. Our cat is bemused. Why not eat it if we choose? She crouches. She sniffs. Did you forget to refrigerate this? I wince, my nose i pinch. I ready the cup, oh, look up. Spiders have laid their web over the corpse. They'll have to find another bed. Never let it be said you do all the housework for I have been hunting under the crawl space rafters. I guess this is your wedding perk.
Sally walks her dog black Lab tongue already hanging in July's rising heat. Strung across Brian's stair railing a broken spider web glimmers wit rainbow roads once trod, now abandoned. We sit on stoops, chat of furnaces and photos. Birds sing seeking mates. A train calls out warning as it passes through the City. My cat sits by the door, eyes lazily squinting, flicking her tail, teasing leashed dogs, tracking pigeons' flight. She jumps to the top of the armchair, stretches out. It's nap time again. I smile goodbye, go back inside for breakfast and tea and to write this poem for you. 7/14/21 8 a.m.
“The whole world
Unfurled before me,”
NOTE: This haiku was inspired by https://interestingliterature.com/2021/07/words-that-rhyme-with-word-world