October 2009

  • The Shinto Spirit of the Hotel Radio

    By msarko on 10/29/09 2:51am
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    It was November 1963. I had just slid into Hartford like a black schooner in the middle of the night, smooth and without the slightest hint to anyone. I didn't know anybody in Hartford, not a single soul in all of Connecticut and only some occasional uncle in Boston. Which is to say, an uncle I met and re-met on the odd occasion from childhood on, not a man who was occasionally my uncle. All of New England was a hotel room or a diner or a taxi cab for all I'd seen. Tall buildings are just that, big tall things along the sidewalk. I don't give two licks about them, never really did, but they sure are nice to look at. It was cold that night, the night I slid in like a schooner. Cold, but better by a half than Canada.



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  • Suit Haiku

    By msarko on 10/28/09 5:57pm
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    dressed up to the nines

    tailored slacks and windsor knot

    dapper is a faith

  • Autumn Haiku

    By msarko on 10/28/09 5:51pm
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    leaves turning orange

    sun setting before dinner

    winter mugs the world

  • Fast Food Haiku

    By msarko on 10/28/09 5:46pm
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    deep-fried everything

    alluring to a cave man

    alluring to me

  • Hangover Haiku

    By msarko on 10/26/09 6:03pm
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    world's worst hangover

    this is my holy mantra

    "never drink again"

  • Meta Haiku

    By msarko on 10/26/09 5:57pm
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    I do not know how

    to write a haiku today

    maybe tomorrow

  • Hunger Haiku

    By msarko on 10/21/09 1:56am
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    too late for fast food

    and too early for breakfast

    sunless hunger pangs

  • The Time I Skinny Dipped with Buddha in Tonto National Forest

    By msarko on 10/19/09 6:55pm
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    The day after I shared the omelet with Sid I woke up and felt somehow different. It was as if a proportionate measure of weight had been lifted from each segment of my body. By becoming heavier with the omelet I had achieved a lightness in my being. I shared my weight with an entity at once separate from me and yet one with my very being. It was at this time that I ventured my first suggestion to Sid, who had until then been the sole rudder in our journey. "We have to get rid of the car," I told him, a newfound certainty expanding from my core like a tepid, massaging fire. Sid just smiled and left the keys on the hood.



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  • Gay Haiku

    By msarko on 10/15/09 12:26am
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    I just don't get guys

    they never understand me

    it's hard to be gay

  • Straight Haiku

    By msarko on 10/15/09 12:21am
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    I don't get women

    I always say the wrong thing

    it's hard to be straight

  • Embarrassment Haiku

    By msarko on 10/15/09 12:15am
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    guy on the sidewalk

    starts jogging after he trips

    trying to save face

  • Antique Haiku

    By msarko on 10/9/09 1:26am
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    dusty shop downtown

    impulse buys empty wallets

    kitsch is expensive

  • The Time Buddha and I Shared a 12-Egg Omelet

    By msarko on 10/7/09 9:51pm
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    Driving west in America is a downright surreal experience. You enter this bizarre, almost martian landscape somewhere just outside of Illinois and it goes on for days. Sid (that's what he told me to call him) pronounced it "Illin-noise" and said something like, "Davenport's got some killer hash browns" but we didn't even stop in Davenport. Drove right through the night chanting "om" with the static on the radio.



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  • Locked Out Haiku

    By msarko on 10/7/09 2:21am
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    forgot my house key

    rain clouds accumulating

    farewell window pane

  • Phad Thai Haiku

    By msarko on 10/4/09 7:43pm
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    three stars too spicy

    tongue is burning intensely

    dinner defeats me