The best thing about
Haiku is that if you run
Out of room you can…
Polar bears rarely
According to my knowledge
Play Marco Polo.
Sing with your eyes closed
And your audience can be
A thousand panthers.
The television
In the front room bites me when
I pet it too hard.
Is it still a haiku if all seventeen syllables are in one
No one can deny
My right to dream. Ah, someday
An all-moose hockey league.
Too late at night, I
Wonder if Shakespeare wrote D’s
The way I write mine.
I rearrange my
Furniture to make room for
More hopeful years.
James Dean. Rock Hudson.
Montgomery Clift. Cary Grant.
I’d hit it, girlfriend.
A girl of the streets
Offers him the right price for
One more game of checkers.
My bed does not face
The window. When it rains,
I always sleep through it.
I have not seen a
Sunrise in years; I don’t
Use public bathrooms.
…always continue
In another. [Something neat
About a panda.]
Apr 26, 2010
Apr 26, 2010 at 1:13 PM UTC
The best thing about
Haiku is that if you run
Out of room you can…
Polar bears rarely
According to my knowledge
Play Marco Polo.
Sing with your eyes closed
And your audience can be
A thousand panthers.
The television
In the front room bites me when
I pet it too hard.
Is it still a haiku if all seventeen syllables are in one
No one can deny
My right to dream. Ah, someday
An all-moose hockey league.
Too late at night, I
Wonder if Shakespeare wrote D’s
The way I write mine.
I rearrange my
Furniture to make room for
More hopeful years.
James Dean. Rock Hudson.
Montgomery Clift. Cary Grant.
I’d hit it, girlfriend.
A girl of the streets
Offers him the right price for
One more game of checkers.
My bed does not face
The window. When it rains,
I always sleep through it.
I have not seen a
Sunrise in years; I don’t
Use public bathrooms.
…always continue
In another. [Something neat
About a panda.]
© Cody Edwards 2010