Humid breath of air
Hot concrete and lavender
Zephyred memoies

"Two beers is enough,"
Or so my mother opines,
But what does she know?

In America,
With its fermentation style
Two beers is enough.

Roll on Martini Monday!

The sun gets lower
And cold winds ruffle the leaves.
It's what winter is.

Noon shadows so short,
evenings getting longer:
soon it'll be hot -- soon ...

Ordering pizza
And having to pay in cash.
The indignity…

'Tis the season for ordering pizza, you see. So haikuable.

Cold afternoon
Accosted by a nutcase-
Offensive beggar.

What is up with beggars these days? You don't want tot ell them to fuck off, and you're not allowed to shoot 'em, so the indigent will inherit the Earth.

I'm up so early
The rain hasn't started yet.
I wish stuff was open…

(Missed the syllable count again.)

I'm still posting here
But sometimes I feel sort of
Lonely as a cloud.

I wonder what'll happen to the old community as people flee LiveJournal.

Seeing the garden
And listening to Mein Kampf
-Hitler painted roses.

Couldn't get that into seventeen syllables no matter how I tried.

Central heating thing,
Why do you taunt me with your
Feeping creatureism?
Why doesn't the stupid control just have a thermostat and be done with it? No, it has to have separate settings for each day, and for some reason I can't get the damn central heating just to try to keep the house at a given temperature because of that. Now, a haiku that ( Read more... )