Thursday, January 24, 2008

Pull your pants back up…it’s haiku Thursday

Hard to remember
A catalyst for motion
Satisfied to hum

Elitist rhetoric,
I hate your sympathetic
Placebo mentality

Women taking flight
Shuttles blasting their hair off
Appropriateness

Master skill Bullshit (300)
Artisan skill Photoshop (375)
Apprentice at life (50)

Vacant and deprived
In matters of soul and heart
Eff the rest of you

Pierced tendons
Unemployment
You’re scum

Words are excreted
Like noxious after-thinking
STFU ass

No relationship:
Black suit jackets and rockets
Yet somehow so right

Disparate wandering
Into the forest of self-approval and righteousness,
A place I don’t know.

Snogger me inside-
Outside-all-around until-
No more snoggering.

7 comments:

portia-lot said...

my brain's on fire
pickle it with a white pill
kill the girl I was

(that's a metaphor
just in case you're wondering
not a wish for death)

I am so jaded
thought it was evolution
fear is deceptive

I can't think at all
my mind is not working well
it don't come easy

I want a black couch
Ikea is calling me
but there is no room

mere self destruction
imploding upon my chair
demands little note

"bloody hell," she said,
"where are my reading glasses?"
no one dared reply

chemical miasma
a mental diaspora
psychic plasma

my goo is unglued
unhinged for life the doc says
can u tape me up?

portia-lot said...

"That's it!" she shouted.
"And where are your underwear?"
She was quite displeased.

wallace said...

Somewhere between email one and two I realized where you were going and had gone. Then I remembered conjugation from Latin class. Then I had a brief meeting about why my training hadn't occured on the pre-determined timeline. Then I felt a pain in my sides. Then I realized I need more pills.

Anonymous said...

Ode to a Design Project

They went down in flames.
He tried to save them from fate...
but she insisted.

options are helpful
there were good alternatives
she just didn't care.

wallace said...

Contrast: We'll have none of that!
Repetition: As long as it involved rocket fuel.
Alignment: Every other thing centered please.
Proxmity: Nothing touches the rocket!

wallace said...

Mayhaps I should just write a musical about idiotic notions and the notionaries that create them.

wallace said...

Mayhaps I should just write a musical about idiotic notions and the notionaries that create them.