too many stray thoughts / yield a strong lack of focus / blue thermometer
if I had a buck / for each time you said “thank you” / I’d have three dollars
five jade strawberries? /
that doesn’t make any sense /
are you high again?
the real question is /
is whether rip-roaring drunk /
is two words or three
she met her lover /
by the fish processing plant /
and fell out of love
my plans unfold with
she’s drifting away
It’s a tough thing, Valentine’s Day, trying to come up with just the right turn of phrase for that special haiku… I tried. I really did. I struggled valiantly, but I couldn’t come up with anything romantic, so I thought I would share this one with you:
he found out too late / the vindaloo so fiery / the toilet broken
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