1.
If you can’t drink it,
spit it out, or write of it,
it ain’t worth shit. Ever.
2.
My ears pricked up at
Lorca’s old verse - “agony,
always agony.”
3.
What is a fight if
not the culmination of
a fucking bender?
4.
All the poets in
Los Angeles can’t equal
whores or longshoremen...
5.
...According to them,
Charlie would have hated this -
all oyster, no pearl.
Overwhelmed by choice
4 years ago
4 comments:
Honey baked hams are
delicious! Maybe you should give
one to your Sensei.
-by David
Dude, it's 5-7-5, not 5-8-5. This sort of thing happens when you study journalism and not the high art of creative writing. For shame!
Dude, it's 5-7-5, not 5-8-5. This sort of thing happens when you study journalism and not the high art of creative writing. For shame!
This is America, so I unilaterally changed the Haiku to meet my version of reality...
I have no sense of timing at all. I swear I checked the syllables like 5 times and I still got it wrong...
I stand behind the sentiment of the poem, however. You should always give your Sensei a ham.
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