Jan 30, 2008 22:53
haiku for you baloo
carving my last name
in a pink bar of hand soap
at the motel 6
there once was a girl
who did not believe in clouds
until the rains came
where do you run to
when you are hiding from me
why can't i just see
slipped into a coma
on the brooklyn bound J train
last saturday night
colors are brighter
when the sun is in the sky
realize you will die
i am training hard
a competetive eater
with no appetite
haiku