So, during the pandemic, I went to my local duck pond
and I wrote hundreds of haiku, and I selected some
for the new volume for "Sage," and I called
them "Lockdown Impromptu."
So.
[LAUGHTER]
"Boyfriend snoring on the yoga mat, Who are you
fucking in the underworld?
He says, You eat bat shit.
I say, I love plums, plums, plums.
Left hand useless, right hand strumming, of flesh guitar.
No, I am not lonely, denial is a river in Egypt."
I know that's a bad pun, I know.
[;LAUGHTER]
"I entered the gateless gate and stole your vibrator.
The bell rings, Buddha wagging his tail.
Hair flowing past my ass, white roots tincture of autumn.
Revolutions are bloody, young militants sipping frappuccino.
A soul tablet flies through air, decapitates your ancestor.
Stone by stone democracy crumbling into a race war.
Why worry?
Just blow your brains with stinkweed.
I am not exceptional, I am green.
Two red ants licking up my calf, Not now little sisters.
Don't say we are nothing.
Year after year the pear tree blossoms."
[CLAPPING]
Thank you.
[CLAPPING]