April 18, 2005

Blog haiku

Crowded room, white noise
Witness my enlightened truth
Hey, is this thing on?


clear-cut, barren hill
no more old growth, no new seeds
receding hairline


dark blemish growing
oozing blight on pristine scene
pen leaked in pocket


merciless hounding
beating me, unrelenting
Daddy, play star wars!

1 comment:

bluesugarpoet said...

You are the master haikuer! I am prostrate - not prostate - prostrate.