I rock stitches the
way that Diddy drops bitches
because real men knit.
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A few of the haiku mentioned in the previous post, a number of them are still missing titles:
Porch Nights
She peeled her mango
without concern for the juice;
her hands stuck to mine.
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I saw a future
devoid of art and culture;
muzak filled the air.
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Championship Vinyl
She asked if we had
soul. I said, well that really
all depends, you know?
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Is the likelihood
of loss what makes new love so
intoxicating?
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I just spent an hour
trying to write haiku in
Spanish - Language Fail.
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Lately I'm concerned
that i think exclusively
in status updates.
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If Only to Cover the Silence
There are times when I
wish we had a sitcom. You,
me and a laugh track.
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Chrissy Hynde has the
voice of a double-scotch soaked,
chain smoking angel.
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The capitol lights
outshone your eyes, but your breasts
bested the rotunda.
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Enough.
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