Pops, or American Haiku, were a form used by Jack Kerouac that has greatly inspired me. Here are some Pops that I wrote back in 2016.
8/6
East River-bound, on deck we
soaked up grey smog
of summer morning, South Bronx.
πππππ
Under weigh, ship rolled away
and towards New York. It
rippled river with frothy wake.
πππππ
Straddled by hairless white legs,
we stretch our fingers
to touch, barely, Ed Koch.
πππππ
NY spits us out, like it
always will, into
the sometimes blue-er Jersey.
πππππ
8/7
Empty hull is tossed
by waves, and is
a wave.
πππππ
Between here and horizon
there is only swelling
blue.
πππππ
Between these bulkheads
there is only swelling
blue.
ππππππ
Open hull is full
of waves, and is
a wave.
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These Pops are also a part of my ongoing Diarist series here on Vocal! If you're interested, check out some of the Diarist Entries on my Sea Letters or my time working on a research vessel in Alaska. Drop a like or a tip below if you enjoyed this! Thanks for reading and supporting my work.
About the Creator
Joe Nasta
Hi! I'm a queer multimodal artist writing love poems in Seattle, one half of the art and poetry collective Eat Yr Manhood, and head curator of Stone Pacific Zine. Work in The Rumpus, Occulum, Peach Mag, dream boy book club, and others. :P
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