Five Idiom Cut-up Haiku

He’s easy pickings
He’s a fish out of water
His number is up

A thing of the past
batting for the other side
Too funny for words

I spoke too soon, thought
she was a babe in the woods
wham bam thank you ma’am

I’ll tear your heart out
she’ll be caught in the crossfire
over my dead body

Cheats never prosper
from time immemorial
all over the earth


These haiku were written using the following cut-up technique:

  1. Open the Free Dictionary’s Idiom Home Page.
  2. Look at the page under the heading, “Try it out (random idioms):”
  3. Select three idioms; two of five syllables in length and one of seven syllables, and arrange as desired.
  4. Reload the page and repeat as many times as desired.
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Puja Poem

When I arrive
at her station
she’s all eyes and smiles
eye could fall
deeply
into those eyes
before
the command
even comes

“Tell this woman
what you thought that you need
for your heart to open
even
more
fully
at the last station
I know it may seem
that the woman
in front of you has
changed
but
this is
illusion”

I have nothing
to request
my heart
already a split pomegranate
rich red seeds
everywhere
staining
everything
eye am
already hers
surrendered

I tell her this
she smiles
with eyes and lips
says “oh thank god”
laughs
a laugh that will
much later re-mind me
of a long-lost friend
cause me to track
her down
email her

I tell
my wide-eyed puja partner
I wish
I had
something to request
but
her smiling eyes
more than
enough
more than
I’d expected
or hoped for
upon entering this circle

This energy
feels like sparkplug
ignition fuel spreads in
a plume
throughout me
a cloud of
flame roils out
like a giant mushroom
unfurling its cap
to the moon
she just looks
a witness

Eye would dig
into deep dank soil
in darkness
hunting for more of
these sparks
if eye knew they lay
hidden
beneath

Something
reminiscent
re-awakens
rewinds repeats rewinds
between heart and mind
beneath dreams
above daydreams
in the clouds
or stars
within me

This must be what being born
was like

And then
staggering
brightness

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Sun-Day Poem for the Yogini

Sunday Laurel Canyon Farmer’s Market
I stopped
to listen to you
talk about
free yoga
a nearby studio
and parted
with a compliment
“you’re very beautiful,” which,
on parting,
seemed wholly inadequate
thus this poem.

Energy
streams off you
in waves of orange
rippling
electric.

Your smile
radiant
as the sun
my skin
warms to its touch.

Your freckles
a million
sun kisses
strewn about your body
like spring
wildflowers
in a vast meadow

Your body
fresh
alive and moving
as if
to begin a dance
you are connected
to all of it
touching
all of it
feeling
all of everything
like heartburst
quenched thirst.

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