QUICK

quick, quick, everything runs fast,
something is heading this way,
quick, quick, cut me no slack,
everything is right before me
suddenly, and more sudden still,
there is no background for it,
it just is quick, as quick as time flies,
and boom!

CAMOUFLAGED, FONDNESS

And she dropped a pencil while walking away
I spotted and dashed for it, fearful
That others might claim it for themselves.

BAWANG DAN BAWANG PUTIH

I take a knife
And pick some large round delectable
And start to prepare them
For sauteéing.
Some cloves maybe,
And the next moment they're
On the chopping board.
Ah, but I do them in like the Chinese:
Flattened by the knife's side,
With skin still clinging
And pungent.
The pan is smoking;
I do not mind.
The hotter the oil is
The more these spices sizzle.
Next I take
A spheroid lachrymose
And chopped finely they make
Me tear-filled
And the dish slightly sweet.

SUMMER, RAIN, SADNESS

I'd like to think that
In the summer sky you are hidden
High above the soft cotton clouds
And a drop tender
Caresses these cheeks that
Have long been tear-soaked
And a few more drops
Your gentle hands caress
And efface the eternal grim
The melancholy and suppressed sighs
The sobs long before
All of them refresh'd
Like rain you pour forth
In this summer of our mem'ries.

SALIENCE

To never say "Quiet!"
I will raise my voice
Search for something
To tell

I wish that I would never stop,
But I never am beginning anything,
How can inertia
Move me then?

And all my finer points
Have vanished like vapor
To what does salience mean to whom
When salience ne'er did exist?

Then all my voice will falter still
And raise above this ruckus
Sometime in the near future
Salience I will own as mine.

THE SWIFT

And as they call the leaves of autumn,
They run with the swiftness of light,
And as such has incurred a payback
Quick.

STARS

Wish I could
See a falling
From the sky
So high.

WHENCE IT RUNS FREE

Whence it runs free,
This imagination of mine,
It flies like it never
Will see tomorrow once again.
It alights the ground
Of mundaneity spontaneous
And a flap, two flaps,
Its wings propel it to where
The heights of the mind, will
Grasp the instantaneity
Of the moment.

IMPULSE

Impulses run quick
To the rhythm of the sound
That one hears, and when
The beat stops
The name is already taken.

SOMETHING

I have something in my hand.
Would you like to know
Just what it is?

Why, yes, of course,
You silly silly person
I want to know
Just what it is.

Well then, close your eyes
Hold out your right palm
And I'll give it to you.

Well, then, they're closed.

Here it is...

HAIKU 2

A glass of water
Sitting quiet, calm, and cool,
I cannot resist.