the shortbus

we all rode the shortbus to school; this is why.

Monday, October 25, 2004

haikus 99-103

haiku 99
how can i haiku?
with so little time and space,
poetry suffers.

haiku 100
she shits there lonely
watching the tide wash away
and counts the sea shells

haiku 101
eyelids are drooping
its time for my midday nap
i sleep with lights on

haiku 102
peanut butter cup
my favorite candy for
a haloween night

haiku 103
haikus come easy
sitting in a darkened room
alone on the floor

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