Hey-ku

I hope you all get this...it is a southern-culture kind of thing, transplanted to the ancient Japanese Haiku tradition, more or less, via an experience in a double-wide trailer in Maine. I had to suspend some of the rules of haiku to make it work out, but the syllable count is correct, I believe. Anyway, I hope you enjoy....

Hey-ku

Phosphorescent stars
stuck to the ceiling above.
Tacky galaxy.

Brass and glass fixture
suspended amid the field
speaks out, “replace me.”

Daylight through windows
reveals the dime-store essence
vinyl and plastic.

Though doublewide night
offers the sweetness of gift
universe sublime.

Black hole up above
intentional or causeless
floats before the eyes.

Field of radium,
hole of possibility,
peacock green pattern.

Singularity
in alternate paradigm
suggests its presence.

Realization
their universe not more than
nascent energy

By the sense of words
a universe to become
bedroom light fixture

Detritus of worlds
swirling to its own rebirth:
etched glass, shiny brass

And philosophy
that our own dear universe
forms cheap light fixture

Alien blackhole
in another alternate
Maine woods doublewide.

Ron Hudson, 10/16/06 11:06 pm


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