Tuesday, April 20, 2004

some late night haikus while listening to the postal service after finishing a paper about white supremacy and michael dudikoff.

drops of water in
a vat of peanut butter
my canker sores bleed


Sun felt like fingers
massaged frost off the red nose
then retreated, clouds


Apple in my fridge
Tastes like metal and scotch tape.
Judas falls off cliff.

No comments: