Thursday, July 7, 2011

Kinda, Sorta Haikus, More or Less

Closed up in the cool air
I miss the brief rainstorm.
Real air blows for free.

In Nature, man will live
Only thirty-five years.
Hardly enough time.

We dared to stand and fight.
We dared to hear the truth.
And both of us won.

All the sacrifices
And what I miss the most
Are cats and kittens.

I quit my clay sculpture.
The written word doesn’t
Get under your nails.

He is a tall, white stork.
She is a porcupine.
It could never work.

My Kingdom, My Kingdom
For just one stinking shot
Of top shelf bourbon.

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