Bluejays! the same fight
every morning! Why should I write you
another poem?
I.
Two crows shared the same treetop…
Nope—
it didn’t last.
II.
Don’t they know there’s a war on?
Stupid cows
in their stupid, green, spring pasture.
III.
You need to slow
the fuck down. Only then
will this poem seem long enough.
Frogs
remain invisible,
even at midday.
How
do frogs
remain invisible? Even
at
midday, how
do frogs remain?
Invisible,
even at
midday–how do,
Frogs?
Bashō walked fifty miles–
Came back with one haiku.
How do you think
That story makes me feel?