Henman, Henman,

as ‘rules for haiku’.

which abolished traffic lights…what happened? Self-preservation,care, and courtesy have won the day..while the soccer news this weekend wasthat everybody blames the referee..who’s after all, just the traffic-lights to this game..suppose we tried the same daring system on the soccer field..any player who makes a bad tackleor an inadvertent trip (deliberate oneswould disappear as a mark…

Fame…builds you upthen drains you.‘Celebrity’ – the very wordhas built-in obsolescence..then you have to appear incheap TV shows to keep it up..At least back in Milanwe knew what mattered and what didn’t.So I sit here all day, have my eyes damagedby cell-phone flash;but worst of all – the faces;gawping gormless.At least when you’re a film…

and yet, and yet… I’m just a little sad,not to meet my self in previous embodimentand say, thanks for the baton that you passedin this relay race of self to selfthrough millions of forms of life, they say;you played your part; worked through your destiny,gave cradle-gifts; withheld some too,to test me further on the path…

are gathered togetheranger arises.By day, they hang outdemurely, side by side.By night they couple closetedin passionate loveand if disturbed,fall locked togetherin embraceto their clackhiss fateand wake the whole house.

that’s left behind, a family,a tribe, a nation,in the dense equatorial forests of the human heart;yet in its backpack, precious souvenirs..has trekked through swamps and uplands,dangers, adventures, pleasures,then the scorching arid desert sands,and there in front one day,the matter-of-fact sea, lappingwith the lazy always-there…and leaning down, place nonchalantlythe poem now a paper boat,into that glittering,…