Haiku Book

One little monster,
is all you will ever need,
and I have got mine.

Those monster footprints,
are stomping all over me,
and it really hurts.

Letting music flow,
in and out of mental cracks,
that close with such peace.

With stinky fingers,
make me go poohy and sneeze,
small sticky digits.

Down the crazy stream,
I could not find the river,
but found Nick’s café.

I caught the blue train,
places never been before,
‘Wait, did you hear that?”

what is my email,
work it out and I’ll reply,
then some things will change.

Cryptic messages,
seem to play a little game,
toying with my mind.

I’m still spinning here,
thinking about stopping soon,
and taking a bus.

I’m running dizzy,
not straight at all, somewhat bend,
feeling very queer.

That doesn’t sound right,
just email me please, let’s meet,
for some good old fun.

The work was quiet,
I tested them all with mail,
but none took the bait.

An old friend said hi,
dropped me an email last week
saying let’s meet up.

It is good to talk,
and stay in touch with a friend;
I don’t have many.

Stephen King said hi,
on another note, last week,
he has been walking.

I’m plucking the strings,
like I would pluck a chicken,
it sounds just awful.

I dreamt a strange dream,
where the large candles flickered,
chasing the shadows.

Travel to London,
see none of the sights, so what,
I ‘m stuck on the tube.

Thanks for the flowers,
I put them in a bucket,
there were so many.

Oh, that dark wet night,
I was meaning to tell you,
as I got a fright.

Never turn your back,
on a fire breathing dragon,
and hope to escape.

I have a real tale,
not as long as a dragons,
but it is scaly.

The week has begun,
and where is the sun today,
yes, it is Monday.

The trains aren’t required,
I am working from home now,
and keeping it real.

I found an old foot,
a claw in fact, a dragon’s,
about two feet long.

I think I recall,
how this claw came to be here,
from a dark wet night.

Back home and ready,
for the week ahead at work,
but I am tired.

Out riding my bike,
just thirty minutes and quick.
Enough to feel it.

I’ll play some guitar,
strike a chord and let it ring,
then play another.

Sleep’s not far away,
and if I close my eyes quick,
I feel it close in.

Central London life,
it is fun and good to see,
and be part of it.

Seeing the sites too,
like Natural History,
what a place that is.

Got falafel lunch,
that was good, the salad fresh,
and so tasty too.

We had dinner out,
Chinese, fresh and so tasty,
and bigged up the bill.

A weekend away,
and starting on the Friday,
to get a head start.

Some time in London,
we miss going out to eat,
and the London scenes.

A long journey in,
and parking, alot of fun,
for a crazy man.

Welcome to the tribe,
the London car parking tribe,
we know how it’s done.

A day in at work,
trains, tubes and buses, and walk,
so i do keep fit.

There are things to do,
most will wait to Monday now,
as time has run out.

I miss my music,
it is still there, not playing,
so it hangs around.

I’m scratching an itch,
and it feels so very good,
until it is sore.