Communicator, cooker, drinker, poet. Grew up in a mining town, wore a hard hat.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

haiku for BR

paint and wet snowflakes
pink smiles, unrequited stuff
summer sweatiness

plastic fingernails
keep others skin cells so close
that you can smell them

inboxes fill quick
outboxes fill quicker still
then you stop, say no

new undergarments
make you dream of sex and rings
still you sleep single

cigarettes and beer
are reminiscent of him
what do you do now?


silencio said...

Cool haiku!
Just felt like saying hi
to another Torontian!