Old man. Small jumper./
Serve. Pancake. Bump. Knee pad. Dig./
Good sweat. Volleyball.
Posts Tagged ‘old man’
Two Year Hiatus: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku
March 3, 2015Pioneer Music: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
May 25, 2013In Pioneer Park,/
an old man plays pioneer/
music: Led Zeppelin.
What Goes Around … : Revolutionary Poetic Lament
June 23, 2011As youths,
we would laugh
and loudly whisper,
(when we thought
they couldn’t hear),
about physical oddities:
Mr. M’s errant
and grey
eyebrow hairs.
Mr. C’s gut
that stuck
out so much
you could balance
a martini glass
on it.
Uncle B’s bright white,
bra-less moobs that he showed,
shirtless,
in the summer sun.
Mr. B’s stick legs,
covered to mid-calf with
white socks that matched
his skin.
Mr. P’s back hairs
(we wondered if Mrs. P
brushed or combed them).
Mr. E’s chest hairs,
curling white against his
tan and leathered skin.
They are all dead.
Now I hear,
again,
youthful whispers
and laughs
from behind
my back.
Cyrano Writer: Musings of a Revolutionary Romantic Poet 