or New Delhi Haiku Blues
by Kevin Murphy
Haiku accost me at every corner. Ominous haiku,
shabby haiku, aggressively
congenial haiku, so
many splatters on the wall, so
action at the edge of a leaf.
Seventeen con artists lined up in a row. Seventeen
propositions incapable of being
Seventeen tourists in seventeen
Eight million sleeping people in the city. Sixteen
million nostrils flaring with
thousand four hundred and seven
howling at shapes. Monkeys of
A bowl of noodles, a lizard on a ceiling, the
undulation of a mosquito net. From
mosquito net, the hiccups of the beloved.
detail askew and it all falls
This poem appears in the book Poetry Walk: Sue C. Boynton Poetry Contest—The First Five Years, edited by Nancy Canyon and Anita K. Boyle.
The poem was one of the winners in the 2010 Sue C. Boynton Poetry Contest in
Bellingham, Washington. See the announcement and broadside. You
can also watch a video of the author reading the poem on YouTube.