Door, coat, chair: hood up
Yogurt, raspberries: relax
Schoolwork: incomplete
Month: March 2011
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There’s Something About My Apartment That Completely Prohibits Me From Being Productive
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Dangling Prepositions and Other Grammatical Health Risks
If you can’t form a
sentence, without a dangler,
my blahg’s not for you.
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Some Members of My Family are Moving In With Other Members of My Family Temporarily
Brother, nice, nephew,
sister-in-law, mom, dad, dogs.
One big, slappy, house (home, depending).
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Nights Alone in the Apartment When There Are Other Loners All Around is Abashing and Beautiful and Comforting and Depressing
The more I restrain the idea of form and I begin to write haiku as a series of thoughts rather than events, the avenues of expression that I had thought to be closed seem to open. I’m excited to experiment with random thought processes as a means of muse. Our abstract brains are MUCH cooler than our thinking brains.
Thinking, bubble, sit.
Large armoir, I fit inside.
Though, feet dangle down.Loving, jagged, reach.
Shelves are high, I can’t see up.
Reach is relative.I can smell dinner.
Next door, she paints, cooks, who knows.
Neighbors, lonely too?
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There Is a Patio Outside My 6th Floor Office That I Would Spend All Day Playing On If I Could
Playing in the sun;
VERY, HIGHly contagious.
Never work again.
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School is Perpetual – So is Chaos and Coffee Consumption and Plant Growth (Hopefully).
Winter quarter was
lulling me into bored death.
Over. Start over.
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Overheard In Athens
A punchline can come
in many different flavors.
“Dude, Brah, when-ehn-rome”And the best are those,
which surprise you the least;
“Ass.hole.shit.for.braaaaaaaaaains!!!”
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Sweet and Sour at This Hour
A short lived ride with
a beautiful girl. So sweet,
sour when it endsRides can last longer
and girls, more, more beautiful
Still sour, still ends
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Late Nights, Free Jazz, Green Beer, Hula Hoops, Washboard Abs, Beautiful Women and Very “Religious” Men
There aren’t many things
I find so comforting as
My own discomfort.
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Apologies
I’m seeing a psrynk. She challenged me this week to make a list of things I don’t like about myself. You all should do it. Its terrible. You wouldn’t believe how difficult it is to be honest with yourself with pen and paper. In this vein, I will attempt to offer a series of like-minded haiku about self-discovery and disappointment.
COMING SOON
*Decided that I’m not going to do this. Making the list was hard enough. I’m not ready for such concerted emotional effort.
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You, Me, Us – !Hello!/?Goodbye? City With a Y
Uplift party, me.
You are bouncing and waving;
I am eyeing life.
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