Haiku - Slapp Happy

We’re chippin' at the moon with an old bone

Issa and her sister chip until the moon is gone

An endless row of wagons in the snow

Issa grabs her sister says c’mon let’s go ‘cause

Yeah, I think I’ll write a haiku

Well, you know as well as I do

You gotta, gott have a high IQ

So eat this and have a cup of tea

Widow lighting lamps at cock crow

Sengai stamps to help his blood flow

From his brush figures rush

In the middle sits a poet

Almost smothered, almost crushed, crying

«yeah, I think I’ll write a haiku…»

(Systole, diastole

Dealing with the parts but

Feeling with the whole.)

Yo!

Han Shan’s tears, small worlds

Resting on the spears of warlords

In the wood a drop of blood

Hits an inky pond which ripples as it should…