THE GIFT OF LAUGHTER

Why do they break up –
The poetic truth of it?
Two white butterflies.

Package of laughter,
With some dead-pan undertones,
Added as a gift!?

If I could have you
In my mind’s eye all the time,
Would I love you then?

THE BOOK OF THE DEAD

I suppose it's hard
To walk on a wrinkled hand…
First firefly, hey!?*

Not drinking itself,
The canal for thirsty souls…
Ah, dehydrated.

Above the river,
Silencing the revellers:
A young ropewalker.

Newly erected,
Do not enter signs can’t stop
Habit-ridden fools.

Atop the kebab
Prepared for my dead mother:
Rat in the oven!?

Weird recipes –
Last words of a journalist:
‘The Book of the Dead’.

*Paraphrasing Issa.

Atop the kebab Prepared for my dead mother: Rat in the oven!?

Atop the kebab
Prepared for my dead mother:
Rat in the oven!?

Not drinking itself, The canal for thirsty souls… Ah,

Not drinking itself,
The canal for thirsty souls…
Ah, dehydrated.

I suppose it's hard To walk on a wrinkled hand, The first

I suppose it's hard
To walk on a wrinkled hand,
The first firefly?!

*Paraphrasing Issa.

In late summer rain, A morning haiku medley Gives meaning to

In late summer rain,
A morning haiku medley
Gives meaning to life.

(What a fit setting: ) The fist of the herb picker Grabs the

(What a fit setting: )
The fist of the herb picker
Grabs the setting sun.

*Paraphrasing Issa, adding what may have remained unsaid, retaining, it is only to be hoped, the essential idea!?:)