Haiku
EDIT: Today, I bitchslapped myself with the sleeve of my turtleneck sweater. Don't know if it's sadder that I in fact own and wear a turtleneck sweater, or that even the sweater itself thinks I'm a pussy because of it.
From my creative writing class.
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On the frustration I feel every time I sit down at a piano, without fail:
My hands shake; they’re pale.
Ivory on ivory.
It’s not right. Useless.
On the time and place for non-conformity:
I much prefer my
Fish, swimming in their tanks, to
Death outside the box.
On my laziness, and our technology-inspired NOW culture:
Haiku or haikus?
I could google the answer,
But instead, ponder.
Rephrasing the chorus of a song I wrote:
And yet, who are you
To tell me I’ve left out the
Part that matters most.
A blatant lie; I eat the whole thing:
I eat my pizza
The way I read all my books:
Only the best bits.
The one I submitted to the class:
Haikus can be deep,
Just not when I’m the poet.
Fat purple zebra.
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From my creative writing class.
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On the frustration I feel every time I sit down at a piano, without fail:
My hands shake; they’re pale.
Ivory on ivory.
It’s not right. Useless.
On the time and place for non-conformity:
I much prefer my
Fish, swimming in their tanks, to
Death outside the box.
On my laziness, and our technology-inspired NOW culture:
Haiku or haikus?
I could google the answer,
But instead, ponder.
Rephrasing the chorus of a song I wrote:
And yet, who are you
To tell me I’ve left out the
Part that matters most.
A blatant lie; I eat the whole thing:
I eat my pizza
The way I read all my books:
Only the best bits.
The one I submitted to the class:
Haikus can be deep,
Just not when I’m the poet.
Fat purple zebra.
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T