Halloween haiku theme: write your own obituary!

thrice arrested half
deaf mild drunk on a mean streak
whose tap just ran dry

Haiku Written in Stone or Tile

Hello Becca, it's 
my pleasure to tell you that
two of your poems,

"This Is Very How-
ard Hughes Of Me" & "Victor-
ian Novel," have

been selected for
the poetry gallery
in the Harrison

subway station. (We're
gonna be immortalized,
Haiku You Ku-ers.)

either the saddest
or the happiest little
boy in wisconsin

only don't rush

faculty members
communicate they're willing
in small proportions

bad day

hour by hour forecast:
rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, snow
thanks for nothing God

morbid visions/bestial devastation

estos hijos son
exactamente como
sepultura, no?

yakshemesh

women they own cars
eh, jews they go synagogue
grapes they making wine

i was born in a radio storm

should my synth pop band
be called mission: motion or
the derby debris?

treasure finding

five boats on a string
together, floating, climbing
on moments notice

around the way (at the local) see the dawn holding on

so those fucks like what,
radiohead? interpol?
fuck them, slayer rules

supertight orkestar
tambourines in the crowd
better sleep while you can

Borat Dating (good idea demetri for YouTube links)

wanted: woman with
plow experience. if she
cheats, she will be crushed.

i had a lot of
trouble breathing after the
chair wearing shoes joke.

green bay love stories and other affairs

"if the book's to be
believed, the packers did a
lot of their . . ." o jeez

record cover war

when van halen and
the dead kennedys go at
it, holy moly

and I go and cause that

Sympathy: I know
what's best for me. My web for
those open eyes.

generation x: the middle years

much better to be
bitter than to try and find
that you're a quitter

bus stop clerk

middle aged woman
catching up on romance book
feels power of love

for dave

from absence, prescience
do right, not right now? better
love life, live to love

From BLT to Mystical Protection

Just drunk enough to
admit I tape those tiny
swords to the light switch.

Please Allow YouTube to Review

This is one of those
maybe-you've-seen-this-but-still-
funny-second-time.

*bampf*

teleportation
just some information, but
still, go team humans

another decent recent found find: richard wilbur's "pasture poem" a couple new yorkers ago

This upstart thistle
Is young and touchy; it is
All barb and bristle,

Threatening to wield
Its green, jagged armament
Against the whole field.

Butterflies will dare
Nonetheless to lay their eggs
In that angle where

The leaf meets the stem,
So that ants or browsing cows
Cannot trouble them.

Summer will grow old
As will the thistle, letting
A clenched bloom unfold

To which the small hum
Of bee wings and the flash of
Goldfinch wings will come,

Till its purple crown
Blanches, and the breezes strew
The whole field with down.

in slate today we learn that col. steve rutkoff writes war haikus bob woodward quotes in his new book "state of denial," for example

Rumsfeld is a dick
Won't flow the forces we need
We will be too light.

Where is WMD?
What a kick if he has none
Sorry about that

New, Improved

With Ricky Gervais!
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