13-06-08
god get off my lawn
or i’ll turn the hose on you
my snake in eden

14-06-08
original sin
a chauvinistic plot to
reduce eve to ribs

15-06-08
the first tram to town
arrives at 8.45
on a sunday morn

16-06-08
don’t tell me to jump
i’ll come down when i’m ready
one way or other

17-06-08
i wish to strangle
anyone who calls wednesday
hump day. watch your necks

18-06-08
too few tears to shed
not enough hours crying
this heart craves more pain

19-06-08
head of an eagle
carved in brass atop a stick
it looks like a duck

20-06-08
lovecraftian thoughts
an atmosphere of unease
ripples through this place

21-06-08
my soul is falling
i ache from bowing too much
and still no applause

22-06-08
the homework blues beat
incessant clack-clack of keys
beneath my fingers

23-06-08
better watch your back
coz when i get out – hot damn
i got your ticket

24-06-08
too much crime tv
sets my thinking all bloody
and my gut tremblin’

25-06-08
lawn furniture rusts
and the plastic back-straps snap
soon grass consumes all

26-06-08
mower discovers
banana lounge massacre
suspect garden gnomes

27-06-08
it’s harder each day
to struggle to know myself
and squeeze out some words

28-06-08
how would you like it
if i started shaving
your eyebrows daily?

29-06-08
what is this strange dish?
spaghetti puttanesca
someone is smiling

30-06-08
financial year ends
another bleak one begins
mens hats out on sale

01-07-08
wind plays with my hair
glasses scratched and broken
leaves stick to my back

02-07-08
too long without joy
or a good cup of hot tea
brings me down so down

03-07-08
locked in this winter
dreaming of a canal boat
and a single malt

04-07-08
what is it you see
that i don’t in this sad face?
a road map of tears?

05-07-08
borrowed appliance
wherefore art thou ipod jack?
won’t you come home soon?

06-07-08
i shoveled my hurt
into a brown paper bag
and buried it deep

07-07-08
walk to box in rain
dressed like the michellin man
magazines ruined!

08-07-08
where does she come from?
chaos like a cloud descends
where am i going?

09-07-08
i’m falling behind
on these haikus again dear
wouldn’t you know it

10-07-08
if i had a shop
i’d sell books and jazz records
pecan pie and cakes

11-07-08
calling all angels
make this phone stop ringing please
bring down the switchboard

12-07-08
seasons turn once more
where there once was a lantern
dead leaves rattle down

13-07-08
and so we dance wild
jimmy smith on the hi-fi
and the blinds drawn tight