“please let me in the house dad i am scare”
Bad Haiku #2
Sparrows sing so sweet
This haiku is about birds
Like so many more
Should I say hello
Or is it best to ignore
Friendship is awkward
That is a cool trike
Wish that I was that little
Maybe I could play
People pet my dog
It makes me very happy
Therapy for all.
People think I’m weird
I keep thinking I hear friends!
Should stop turning ‘round.
Visit friend of Mom’s
She got a brand new baby
Too bad it’s ugly
Bitchy café girl
You needn’t be so bitchy
I just want coffee.
I just found this hidden deep in my documents folder. Barely remember even writing it
Hey,
Don’t think I’m being bitter and cynical. The smile hasn’t left me. Truly!
Today I gathered up one hundred memories of you, which was a lot of work to unsew from
Deep within the argyle patterns of the past few years.
The confusion was that I thought your wreathed line of diamonds could be found in my heart, but it was in my brain. Imagine! After all this time!
So I folded them up and placed them in the neglected armoire in the corner of the basement.
One hundred memories filled the spaces,
The wooden cavities,
With toothsome finish,
Decaying from the inside out;
It seemed pretty appropriate so I smiled again.
The mouth of a fevered has-been,
Living in his woodland cell,
Standing with arms akimbo surveying the last tidbit of blithery he’ll ever have again.
I guess that’s kind of where I relocated you,
But not quite with implied intention, I really don’t mean to disturb.
Anyway there was little room left for the gimcracks resting in peace prior
(playing cards, little plastic soldiers, lonely board games, Apollinaire, smothered vibrations left to sleep inside an old violin, a half-empty apple juice box, the air itself, umbrous and stifled,
empty,
ignored,
at ease,
bored,
but seemingly indifferent
right to the core[d?]),
and it disturbed me to have them in the same place anyway so I threw the gimcracks in the shed for the present and said the words, “that should do it.”
Those words exactly. That part’s important.
(it isn’t)
So now there’s kind of a hole;
I’ve got some landscaping to do for that sweater.
But it’s okay, I already have some ideas.
I think it’s fair to me to fill life with real life.
I’ll probably fill it with real life this time.
I loved you! I did!
But there’s never any need to be an asshole.
