Thursday, August 07, 2008
Misc. Haiku 51-55
51
What’d I write last night?
The morning is coffee
And looking through notebooks.
52
Twenty-eight and still too scared
To say thrice into the mirror,
“Bloody Mary?”
53
Moon at an acme
That no company could match —
Din of merger news.
54
Kerouac’s best haiku
Were the ones that went
Uncollected.
55
A retreat
Into alcoholism, no
Not me.
