Four Poems: The Photograph, Haiku for Iceland, The Drinking Room, and Ashes

Inside the image that lay.

It was a straightforward photo, I saw,

The fair substance of a youthful fellow:

Then, at that point, I felt a feeling of wonderment:

Misery mixing with my satisfaction!

I was right here, at 23

The elegant picture, a young fellow

With delicate and wavy reddish hair

New youthful muscles, jaw and temple!

Clear and straightforward were things,

That my internal soul developed;

The white 셔츠룸 cloak of effortlessness:

Maybe some other time.

Presently, an elderly person at 64

With grabbing eyes, overcast brain

That limited room of youth dispossessed:

Iridescent magnificence presently evaporated!

As though enveloping in one evening:

Wild and dim and splendid dreams,

Aging inside that old photo:

We harvest as we have planted!

In this manner, the spirit presently endlessly pauses

For the day he’ll evaporate

However the image actually remains:

Some time ago, he was 23.

#3339 (4-2-2012)

Haiku for Iceland

In 1999, the ninth of

September, at 9:00 a.m.! I was flying

to Iceland, that is:

9-9-1999 at 9:00 a.m.!

#3340 (4-2-2012)

The Drinking Room

(The Poem)

Here men are patched

It lives in a straightforward kitchen,

Level green walls, with a white sky

Furthermore, a light emission, for the sun

(put in the focal point of the roof)!

Here you can turn into a cured stone.

The stones of the brain, quiet…

The heart stone calm, moved by


Just to take care of the mouth-opening with

channeled in liquor.

Here individuals of the local beverage

Such in vim’s of dimness

Wipe kissing the phallic glass

jugs of brew.

One stone eye closes, leaving the

Other to observe equivalence:

A large number of days after day…

A current upsets the wires in your mind

Volts upon volts energizing the middle!

This is the drinking room,

That snares the hands and brains of

the dead, or passing on?

Love is in the thirst and revile, the tingle!

Furthermore, we as a whole get suspecting:

“I’ll quit drinking!

I’ll be all around great…


In any case, few at any point do,

They simply change rooms.

Note: it took me 22 years until I quit drinking; I recently continued to change rooms, presently I have thirty years of balance.

#3337 (4-1-2012)


There are cinders on the moon, I bet:

left over from the people of old!

There are cinders on Earth, moving

in the breeze, I’ve seen this.

There are cinders on Mars, red like

-torpid fire…here and there

All over the place: I’ve seen photos!

There are cinders on Mercury, hot

also, burnt…there must be (?)

Sometime in the not so distant future, assuming you investigate my

casket, you’ll find remains as well!

Remains have a long history with

humankind, individuals, the universe.

The sun, one day will detonate,

be sucked into nothingness;

Or on the other hand maybe a dark opening

Leaving just remains and dead gases!

Then, at that point, what?

We’ll all begin once more, from Ashes?