(an introduction to the concept of writing haiku in 2013)
Hey, seriously,
I know that haiku may seem
pretentious NO! YOU!
(this actually happened to me one night when I was smoking
on indo and sipping on gin and juice)
“Snoop Doggy Dawww Oggg –
THE BOMB!” – instantly shape-shift
into rottweiler.
(Earl Grey with sugar and cream)
Demon lust blood dick
stabbing at winter sky stars,
tea kettle whistling.
(for Amber)
This bitch was saying,
“But… but… but… but… but… but…” then
I made love to her.
(lit-game Tim McVeigh)
I conceal extra
syllables now and then
made of explosives.
(4-6)
“Every idea”
has varied syllable counts
with southern accents.
(8:30-4:30)
Job jibber jabber
jumbled together, juggling
dramatic bullshit.
(the beautiful rolling Rs of lustscape)
Ahh… la barista
Colombiana called me
Carlos; I’m in love.
(the real White Buffalo, fuck that chump ass fake Americana
bitch who does background crap on Sons of Anarchy, which is actually a pretty
fucking annoying show if you read anything Kurt Sutter has ever said when he’s
not playing Otto)
As your lawyer, I
advise you to send Raven
Mack fly agaric.
(my address)
No, seriously:
PO Box 270
Scottsville, Virginia.
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