Haiku

What arrogance this!
a spider walks on water
man-messiah deep

Beaming lamp post light
lingers on the pissing mutt -
he don't care for fame

Trees of spiral glass
slows time down - the 9 to 5's
watch, clock-watch, age

This traditional 
five, seven, five haiku
loves cherry blossoms

Gaia hand-clapping 
breeze rustles through trees a sea -
one claps, one flows still

kite-flyer lets go
the kite kisses the rainbow -
and the kite flyer

Catastrophise

Strategising,
Surgically sniping away seven of his artificial sacrificial hair,
(All with a sociopath's bloodless precision),
He then teases them crosswire across the plughole
like some kind of ass-backwards gonzo csi:
In his eyes
the obvious and only realistic resolution to deflecting
her nascent biscuit-time suspicions that
his drip-dry locks might not be
entirely
The Real Deal.

Women's radar being so terribly and eerily atuned to picking up
on such sartorial man-shit,
(And he detected those vibes begin their baby shimmy):
I must head-butt that mischievous genie back into its can of worms.
So hair around the plughole must mean real man hair, right?
Yes! emphatically yes!
What a ploy!
Planting hair around the plughole:
A method-directing even Scorcesse would envy.
No woman, no matter how calculating,
Could possibly ever guess,
A man can be this clever -
or demented.
No, she'll never guess her embryonic Zeus is a bit nyloned..

Thus she will marry him,
Then shall prang him children..

And whilst engaged in their throat-music of glottal passion,
As he lifts her body ceiling-spiderwebwards,
As she floats up akimbo under his breathless fleshly phosphorescent blancmange -
As an added safety net -
He shall plant the woolly bobble hat firmly on his static bonce:
The ultimate catastrophising precaution
against her tearing off of his glue-on ponzi tresses;
For this love must not Enron.
And thus she can claw at him in brain salad banshee ecstacy,
And his secret will be safe,
And she'll excuse the bobble hat,
Pretending to be a fan of Badly Drawn Boy.

Catastophise,
Then carry on.
This is the twenty-first century:
Risk assessment and due diligence -
Then and only then -
Get it on.

Haiku

Breath on an ice cube
crystallise the silver steam -
winter dawn, ice dew


Night's soft summer rain
wispy veils, silk cascading -
scent of her perfume


Robin's breast sunset
crimson, rose, dripping Mars -
solar transfusion


Moon floats on the Thames -
iridescent milk on ink
angel light on night