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

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

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

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