By Thomas Page To the little fiend Who is calling my stomach Home, you need to scram Every time we tell Ourselves "what in the Lord's name Is this sickness" flu? The displaced rosebush On alien soul starts To bloom differently Will there be flowers In the coming centuries? A world without spring?
Tommy Haiku #95-98
By Thomas Page "What happened to your Knee?" I hit it with shovel I swung 'round my head Two happy little Pigeons sit on fire pit Unaware of it "Let's start a fire" We gather ample kindling It's too wet to light "Happy Autumn Days" They said but it's 82 Today and I'm hot
Tommy Haiku #91-94
By Thomas Page A hall without right Angles has many corners cut; Small elevator Countless, priceless works Of art sit in cool gall'ries Facing another Crickets sing nightly Of yestereen's courtly deeds Only known to them Sand between your feet, The salty air hits your face; Sun rising in the east
Tommy Haiku # 84-86
By Thomas Page End of a season Waning light as each new night Rises with autumn's moon Oh ominously Chilly air above our heads Where there ghosts may be In its hiding spot The creature worries about The spiders below
Tommy Haiku #83
By Thomas Page A church made of bones An ossuary is what is left for heaven A bowl of candy With a witchy hand; Tricks for Trick-or-Treaters
Tommy Haiku #81-82
By Thomas Page The wave pool declines Into undulating tides Made by old machines The age old question For horticulturalists: Is this plant or weed?
Tommy Haiku #77-80
By Thomas Page Riding on Metro Traveling in reverse and Ignoring all else The faint amber glow Illuminates the murky Train; constantly dusk Thousands of people Riding side-by-side on trains Without single word Summertime in the City where skyscrapers shade Countless mobile things
Tommy Haiku #73-76
by Thomas Page Erikson has eight Stages, a Jacqués from "As You Like It" Shakespeare Monsieur Piaget, I need to find le mot juste For this final exam Mi abuelo lee Mi poesía porque mi Madre los adora Whether chapeau or Beret, I still won't pay five Hundred plus for it
Tommy Haiku #72
By Thomas Page Lone Cypress on a rock Over the Monterey Bay; A symbolist's dream
Tommy Haiku #71
by Thomas Page Riding on Metro Traveling in reverse and Ignoring all else
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