Mexico City and teaching here once inspired me to go on a Haiku binge..here is some of the stuff that came out of me. I am sorry to inflict this upon you, dear reader!
From the streets of Mexico City...
Officer wanders
Body armor itches, it seems
Wanting to go home
Talking to himself
Frantic knuckles and fingers
Insanity plea
Sitting on the bench
Hunched, wrinkled old old man
Checks an ancient watch
Dust and grey concrete
are gravestones but green living
things find a way
On the metro, line 3
Balderas tuna can
Shuffle poke is that my hand?
or yours on my bum
Blind vendor arrives
with something salsa. Good thing
she can't see herself
Sweat metro Juarez
we swim in each others wet
Heat! I am a slut
A flash! An empty seat!
Who will win the precious chair?
Old lady, no fair!
Hurtling underneath
Metroman writes poerty
Random Mexico City
Desmadres are why
nothing opens on Sunday.
Even words are tired
Montejo beer mug
and no-eyed fish are somehow
not what I wanted
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