17 Syllables of Doom
This past week I bought a new hard-covered journal for a project. When I was quitting smoking and contemplating alternative breaks to take, I thought of one idea which was to go outside to the small park across from work and do something healthy and productive like writing. Since I already have this Live Journal that I don't update often enough (it takes a lot longer than a cigarette of time for me to write one of these), the idea of writings short verse like Haiku was spawned.
The idea lay fallow for several weeks until I came up with the concept of writing a one-a-day remembrance of my 30th year of existence. Part to reflect on a key or amusing part of the day, part to record my daily events for posterity, and part to encourage an artsy aspect that's usually neglected in daily living.
However, I couldn't hold off as planned until my birthday on the 31st and started last Friday. Once the Haiku bug bites, there's no holding back. Here are the first 6:
Fr 7.6.01 Post Kiss of the Dragon dining:
One scary steakhouse,
No Salad to be found here.
Tuna fish with horns.
Sa 7.7.01 DeCordova Museum
You can't climb on them:
What are statue gardens for?
Damn trees of knowledge!
Su 7.8.01 Paintball practice at Matt's Outback
"Easy team," Jay says,
"Haven't played a tournament."
So why'd they spank us?
Mo 7.9.01 Ceremony (club night where I DJ)
Hi! What's new with you?
Then why did you come over?
Damn social leaches.
Tu 7.10.01 Midnight Star Market Run
Chickens without heads:
Late night grocery shoppers
Make strange purchases.
We 7.11.01 Smith building at work
Girl leaves the bathroom
Thinking she looks so damn chic!
Twin paper comets...
By the way, I added to my journal entry on insect sex a photo capturing the chitinous couple in hardcore bug-on-bug action.
The idea lay fallow for several weeks until I came up with the concept of writing a one-a-day remembrance of my 30th year of existence. Part to reflect on a key or amusing part of the day, part to record my daily events for posterity, and part to encourage an artsy aspect that's usually neglected in daily living.
However, I couldn't hold off as planned until my birthday on the 31st and started last Friday. Once the Haiku bug bites, there's no holding back. Here are the first 6:
Fr 7.6.01 Post Kiss of the Dragon dining:
One scary steakhouse,
No Salad to be found here.
Tuna fish with horns.
Sa 7.7.01 DeCordova Museum
You can't climb on them:
What are statue gardens for?
Damn trees of knowledge!
Su 7.8.01 Paintball practice at Matt's Outback
"Easy team," Jay says,
"Haven't played a tournament."
So why'd they spank us?
Mo 7.9.01 Ceremony (club night where I DJ)
Hi! What's new with you?
Then why did you come over?
Damn social leaches.
Tu 7.10.01 Midnight Star Market Run
Chickens without heads:
Late night grocery shoppers
Make strange purchases.
We 7.11.01 Smith building at work
Girl leaves the bathroom
Thinking she looks so damn chic!
Twin paper comets...
By the way, I added to my journal entry on insect sex a photo capturing the chitinous couple in hardcore bug-on-bug action.