Thinking of the fire
That blazed next to our bodies
And in my heart, too.
Showing posts with label haiku. Show all posts
Showing posts with label haiku. Show all posts
Monday, May 3, 2010
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Pysanki
Patrick shames us all
with “Ceci n’est pas un oeuf”
why bother to try?
4/10
Enervation: is
it mental, actual or
both? Too tired to think.
4/9
Who cares? Why bother?
Not you. You’re busy, occupied.
Not me, I’m too sad.
4/8
Spring. So they say, but
My woolens are still on top
of my closet shelf.
4/7
1973
Wedding Day, ha ha.
I remember it well. It
couldn’t have ever worked.
4/6
Where you spend your time
is who you are. I’m
just tire rubber.
4/5
So much easier
to write than paint a picture
no storage problems.
4/4
Patrick shames us all
with “Ceci n’est pas un oeuf”
why bother to try?
4/10
Enervation: is
it mental, actual or
both? Too tired to think.
4/9
Who cares? Why bother?
Not you. You’re busy, occupied.
Not me, I’m too sad.
4/8
Spring. So they say, but
My woolens are still on top
of my closet shelf.
4/7
1973
Wedding Day, ha ha.
I remember it well. It
couldn’t have ever worked.
4/6
Where you spend your time
is who you are. I’m
just tire rubber.
4/5
So much easier
to write than paint a picture
no storage problems.
4/4
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