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The pounds, oh! my weight!
The heavy ribald flavor!
Leaves a bitter taste

Leaves a bitter taste,
Bitter like a hot tear-drop,
Trickling down your face.

trickling down your face
ink of procrastination
frustrating papers! :evil: :evil:

frustrating papers
Whitman looms over my head
excuse to ignore

excuse to ignore
reality bites me hard
alone adrift lost

Alone adrift lost
Damn Mapquest is wrong again
Whither San Jose?

whither San Jose,
do I know that song of yore?
words lost in my head

words lost in my head
since for this whole weekending
I shut up my mouth

I sometimes . . .

I shut up my mouth . . .

I shut up my mouth
to look behind disappoints
wonder don't ask why

wonder don' t ask why
there was a lull in hikus
I'm glad the lull ends

Wonder don't ask why
Who am I inside, outside?
Poor, deaf, dumb and blind.

[For den]

[Why, AbdoRinbo, have you deleted all your contributions? It might be funny and perhaps even aesthetical to do so, but that changes when we begin a new Haiku-sequence here, instead of creating a new post! How ugly inconsistent!]

I hated those posts, I had to get rid of them. I've tried to reinvent who I am in a selfless act of purification. But I'm an idiot to have thought that was ever possible. I'd left a trail of periods (like little crumbs) just in case I lost myself along the way. I've returned.

Inconsistent. Yes! I have no artistic sense, I am not a poet.

Ugly. I'm hideous. I've laughed at other people's misfortunes, almost to the point of death.

I've taken pleasure in destroying poetry, especially my own. (I'd destroy the world, if I could.) Most of all, I am senseless and savage.

I rain black scarlet waste on every parade.