Loose on Earth
....
Humanity,
said Jeffers, is like a quick
explosion on the planet
we're loose on earth
half a million years
our weird blast spreading –
and after,
rubble - millennia to weather,
soften, fragment,
sprout, and green again
....
Humanity,
said Jeffers, is like a quick
explosion on the planet
we're loose on earth
half a million years
our weird blast spreading –
and after,
rubble - millennia to weather,
soften, fragment,
sprout, and green again

there was Blek le Rat, probably the father of pochoir - stencil street art - in the graffiti world. And who says grafitti is only for young punks. This guy has been around for more than 30 years, and is still going on strong. He also brought poster art into the graffiti world, mostly because he needed to get past the police.
Tango in Paris -
his breath, warm
on my parted lips.
softness of her satin dress
on my inner thigh
That lamb, everywhere...
wintry sidewalk
in New York.
Hmm. Tanka doesn't really work for me. It's longer form is supposed to allow more space for development of the poet's emotions but I just feel that I have too much space to play with. I wonder if it's usual to find it difficult to switch between tanka and haiku? Haiku and Senryu, yes. Haiku and Haibun, yes. But somehow, tanka is harder to grasp. And I still enjoy the rigorous discipline of objectivity that haiku demands.