Practice makes perfect
Or so they say. But what if
You practice the wrong way?
Haikus: February 2008 Archives
Her green umbrella
Where could it be? Without it
Rain just ain't the same
Under bright gray skies
A vibrant stillness inhales
The drenched air and sighs
Are the beliefs of
The caterpillar the same
As the butterfly?
Swirling gypsy rock
Rumbles the Bulgarian
Infested dance floor
When I am away
Her missing tooth smile
And infectious good nature
Kick me in the gut
Swarming with children
Plastic standing still and strong
Nature's surrogate
Nurdles are the small
Plastic memories of our
Economic growth
Floating in the sea
Expands silently
A cool morning breeze
Salty sun for lunch
Waves crashing on the night shore
Sand in the bathtub
The slick smell of grease
Rims clanging on the concrete
Men in overalls
Mix fuzz, claws and teeth
Equal parts charm, bounce and speed
Hellfire on four paws
Heaping piles of clothes
Endlessly growing higher
My purpose to fold
Full of vim and pride
He hops the curb skateboarding
Pants around his knees
