Haiku

 

There's a reason, she
said to him, why you refer
to it as your junk

 

 

Knife found under the
drinking fountain--come by to
claim, get arrested

 

 

Morning shattered in
paroxsym of barking--
get off my sidewalk!

 

 

Diesel truck belching
noxious plumes of smoke as an
ocean breeze fights back

 

 

Wes Montgomery
strums in sympathy to a
city lost in time

 

 

Wrapped up like a bow
atop his harness, the plastic
bags for cleaning poo

 

 

The stuffed bear in the
children's department slouches
over like a drunk

 

 

Myths and Tragedies,
circularly told, the News
of antiquity

 

 

Bird, Sonny Stitt or
Art Pepper--the beauty is
we can dig them all