Long bus-ride from Puyo.

One long bus ride to open yer eyes (abre los ojos), pull out a journal, and write. We, three American travelers, picked up a small staple-bound journal with gridded pages and took a stab at the tag-team haiku. The tag-team haiku is an exercise that incorporates lines from multiple writers, each poet gets a line in the attempt to create one cohesive, albeit abstract, haiku. No holds barred.

Here we maintain the 5-7-5 structure for those sticklers out there. Feel free to get back at me with words, rebuttals, and the like.


Indigenous girl
boobs hanging, swaying, bouncing
Arbuckle: get it.

Cheesy sanduche
green, smells of rich compote, stank
do I dare stick there?

Oh, give me whisky
but you can't make me drink it
Chuchaqui; chucha.

Orange carpet strip
that's what I call her thingy
Babe, request clearance to land

La patria, pues
Robot vagina haunts me,
sweet poon of liberty! *6 syllables

Snake slithers 'round cage
saturated fabric hell
release my penis

I can't help but think
'bout writing Haiku all night
line for line, with wine

bus, Ecua, Salsa
what really drives this metal?
death trap 4 cutie


Haiku escrito por: A. Nishawala, E.A. Cooper and R.P. Fitzgerald

Welcome to mi espacio.

I invite you to read this to friend or family member or pet, and invite them to close their eyes and take the things out of their hands, claws or paws. Cheers.




TODAY IS A DAY OF GREAT JOY

.VICTOR HERNANDEZ CRUZ

when they stop poems
in the mail & clap
their hands & dance to
them
when women become pregnant
by the side of poems
the strongest sounds making
the river go long
it is a great day
as poems fall down to
movie crowds in restaurants
in bars
when poems start to
knock down walls to
choke politicians
when poems scream &
begin to break the air
that is the time of
true poets that is
the time of greatness
a true poet aiming
poems & watching things
fall to the ground
it is a great day