Serenity “Haiku”

a heron stands

one leg in the reeds

he reaches for his oboe

a contented carp

blows bubbles

puckering his lips

a lotus unfolds

her petal wings

butterflies waft incense

a busy dragon-fly

is a rainbow

who caresses time

clear crystal ponds

reflect pure light

whiter than snow

a pendant drop

hangs from the gallows

of a moment

a ripple stretches

across a dewy pond

and yawns sleepily

a reed bends

in the harsh winds

which soon, too will pass

a moorhen dives

hungry for breakfast,

a croissant with butter

the spirit churns

all of the milk

to spread on toast

a hungry falcon

hovers in the wind

seeking a morsel

the rain falls heavy

the ducks rejoice

water off their backs

a Rōnin waits

for he has no master

else his heart

he sits seiza

and watches only walls

for there, is wisdom.

Autoproctology

Not far beyond the event horizon

gravity is so very importantly intense

that light cannot escape

this is the domain of the most venerable

Autoproctologist

All the heavenly spheres

rotate around that singularity

in Space-Time

the one ring which binds

the ring of Power

—-

Forged in the fiery cracks

of Mount Doom

the valley of death

where rode the six hundred

with cannons on all sides

—-

The endoscope of Ego

examines sphincters

on a cold winter’s day

to see the cosmic Manvantara

there, always at play

It needs aloe coated,

quilted paper to burnish

and Anusol

to clear all the piles

of leaves

The Autoproctologist

lays ostrich eggs

with his head buried

up to the ears

and sometimes past

In his eyes

there is no us

no you, no me

only He

or She

Not far beyond the event horizon

gravity is so very importantly intense

that light cannot escape

this is the domain of the most venerable

Autoproctologist

Sonny’s Lettah — Linton Kwesi Johnson

 

Brixtan Prison

Jebb Avenue

Landan south-west two

Inglan

 

Dear Mama,

Good Day.

I hope dat wen

deze few lines reach yu,

they may find yu in di bes af helt.

 

Mama,

I really don’t know how fi tell yu dis,

cause I did mek a salim pramis

fi tek care a likkle Jim

an try mi bes fi look out fi him.

 

Mama,

I really did try mi bes,

but nondiles

mi sarry fi tell you seh

poor likkle Jim get arres.

 

It woz di miggle a di rush howah

wen evrybady jus a hosel an a bosel

fi goh home fi dem evenin showah;

mi an Jim stand up

waitin pan a bus,

nat cauzin no fus,

wen all af a sudden

a police van pull-up.

 

Out jump tree policeman,

di hole a dem carryin batan.

Dem waak straight up to mi an Jim.

 

One a dem hol awn to Jim

seh him tekin him in;

Jim tell him fi let goh a him

far him noh dhu notn

an him naw teef,

nat even a butn.

Jim start to wriggle

di police start to giggle.

 

Mama,

mek I tell yu whe dem dhu to Jim

Mama,

mek I tell yu whe dem dhu to him:

 

dem tump him in him belly

an it turn to jelly

dem lick him pan him back

and him rib get pap

dem lick him pan him hed

but it tuff like led

dem kick him in him seed

an it started to bleed

 

Mama,

I jus coudn stan-up deh

and noh dhu notn:

 

soh me jook one in him eye

an him started to cry

mi tump one in him mout

an him started to shout

mi kick one pan him shin

an him started to spin

mi tump him pan him chin

an him drap pan a bin

 

an crash

an ded.

 

Mama,

more policeman come dung

an beat mi to di grung;

dem charge Jim fi sus,

dem charge me fi murdah.

 

Mama,

don fret,

dont get depres

an doun-hearted.

Be af good courage

till I hear fram you.

 

I remain

your son,

Sonny.

  • Every morning, for four years, I caught the bus from the bus stop outside Brixton Prison at Jebb Avenue, London SW2

Cooking “Haiku”

it is snowing outside

peeling sprouts,

the layers of a season

 

bashful potatoes blush.

their red faces

surrender to nakedness

 

twelve sausages

now in a pan

oiled with summer’s scent

 

these slippery elvers

flow over the weir.

an olive branch bows

 

the world needs

an ointment, a salve

something virgin, and new

 

soon they will marry

the butters, now churned

with a little pepper

 

peasant fare

on a winter’s night

a sample of, the simple

 

the log store

understands emptiness

and so replenishes

 

now for some fire

to make a meal

handsome out of it

 

the alchemist stirs

and out the cauldron

there is food!!