Where is the Haiku
today? I waited morning
through the afternoon.
Yes, I yelled. I even
did some of the primal scream
to no panacea.
Punched the wall, kicked the
small black cat. Well, no, just thought
about doing that.
Nothing but my sweet
Haiku will be the salve to
apply to this wound.
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too much work today
the phone will not stop ringing
no time for haiku
first day back in days
returned to work, found flood. drowned in email. Glub!
bibliofilly
needs an extra syllable
to end her haiku:
Glub!
oh! the horror
can't count syllables and not
even on drugs now
still afflicted by
sorrowful counting syndrome
i think you need this:
, my
wretched outcast can't
count syllables! What refuge
for haiku rejects?
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