wet pigeons

with ruffled feathers

adding to their misery

on a run of bad luck
I search the night sky
for syzygy

in the spirit
of Alfred Jarry
the pataphysical
becomes
the possible

ships of the desert
waltzing
in ochre dust

without eye contact
greeting
the first nation man

Coronavirus sequence

coronavirus

I quarantine

my fears

Published (2020) Frogpond Volume 43:2 page 11
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no problem
finding a seat
coronavirus
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isolated
wishing I could blame
coronavirus
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from me
         to you
coronavirus
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coronavirus
the refrigerator full
of light
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no hugs, no kisses

is this coronavirus

or is it over?
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coronavirus

all shopping bags

bulging
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each morning
through the letterbox
coronavirus
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coronavirus lockdown
our old cat
with more food that me
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praying

that Covid-19

doesn’t go viral

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lockdown lifted
packing away
those happy memories
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my COVID-19 walk
glue sniffers and junkies
in the park
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flat screen TV personality disorder

coffee break down time out of body experience

identity theft
I pass myself
in the street

just below the surface
my submarine love

approaching the flames
I become
               people

Krakatoa

south

of my imagination

Published (2020) Failed Haiku Volume 5, Issue 51, page 61

green grass field mouse trap shut door handle with care less time out maneouvered

Lammastide
once again
I predict the past

vernal equinox
I thrust my hands
deeper into my pockets

Published (2020) Wales Haiku Journal Summer

the mousetrap
the spider's web
deceitful
like the eye
of the storm

Published (2020) The Bamboo Hut Number 2

looking up
from my notebook
three old men reminiscing
"she was gorgeous"
today's gogyoshi
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three old men
reminiscing
"she was gorgeous"

shattered mirror
the compound eye
of the drosophila

Accepted (2020) HSA Anthology

holding up my trousers
Orion’s belt

Published (2020) Creatix Number 48

Published (2020) Failed Haiku (Personal best) Volume 5, Issue 55, page 82

the doctor’s surgery

they phone me

first

dawn trickles
between
concrete clouds

Comment by Fay Aoyagi:
'trickle' is an interesting word, but I am not really sure about the last line.   I may not like the word 'concrete'

city of concrete

dawn trickles

between clouds

Hmm...   I tried to save 'concrete,' but the first line above is not very good...   I bet you can come up with a better one!
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early evening
wind shivering
the blossom

my clothes next morning

the pungency

of the bonfire

Published (2020) Akitsu Quarterly Summer

in the aquarium

the fish nibble

at my soul

Published (2020) Failed Haiku Volume 5, Issue 51, page 61

pickpocket attempt

all I lose

is my temper

if only

the poltergeist

would empty the dishwasher

Published (2020) Failed Haiku Volume 5, Issue 51, page 61

finally

Hedda Gabler

meets Godot

Musings on the Musee d’Orsay

worshipping
at the death mask of Victor Hugo
in the cabaret of the black cat
Van Goch makes a (post) impression

time goes backwards from the inside out
to the Sacred Heart
a pudendum perfectly painted
unshaven

Rodin taunts me
with comely shapes
but no ‘penseur’

my entry becomes my exit
claustrophobia
and all pretensions over

Haiku lecture January 2020

Haiku

‘moke pot’ graffiti

the ‘S’ goes up

in s...

Parisian life

even the graffiti

is elegant

Published (2020) Cattails April page 52