Haiku 58-60

the old pickup trucks
with bald tires and old bald men

with little pickup 

old hot flea markets 

treasures in cardboard boxes

sitting in the sun

gravel parking lot

ballgame on the radio

a cookout later

Old Man

I look at
the old man

always called him 

my old man 

sadly

now he 

really is

an old man

lost his bark

lost his bite

shell of himself

hey, it happens 

bad knee bad hip

too much time

working on a ship

if you’re lucky

you get that age

at least

they say

you’re lucky

De Gaulle said

old age 

is a shipwreck

on the beach

on the rocks

on borrowed time

die young

as old as you can 

Haiku 55-57

on Carnaby Street
I am disappointed that

the mods have gone away

London is no place

where have you gone Royal Navy

there’s no safe harbors 

it’s just not the same

it never is my old chap

days gone forever 

E

took my eyes
off the prize
became worried

I discovered 

over time 

the prize 

wasn’t so great 

after all 

can’t find my glasses

the world 

so much softer

better that way 

look at me

look into my eyes

no thanks 

I don’t want to

look at you

1 or 2

2 or 3

3 or 4

better or worse

I can see better

so now

it’s worse

Haiku 52-54

here in India
wanderers are wandering

hot sun, ground like bricks

silk curtains and beads

a nice cool polished stone floor

respite from sun rays

the old mendicant 

a wandering ascetic

seeks liberation