I am right you know.
I am most always correct.
At least, I think so.
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
Wednesday, June 30, 2004
Parts of My Summer
Rainy days in June
Drinking Tim Horton's coffee
Planning camping trips
Drinking Tim Horton's coffee
Planning camping trips
Tuesday, June 22, 2004
Ode to Woodwork
There a death knell sounds
In the middle of the wood
Sealing my soul's fate
In the middle of the wood
Sealing my soul's fate
Saturday, June 19, 2004
California Time
Oh to go to sleep.
I'm on California time.
And therefore I can't.
I'm on California time.
And therefore I can't.
Saturday, June 05, 2004
Ode to a Trader
I love Trader Joe's.
And that's all there is to it.
Could I marry Joe?
And that's all there is to it.
Could I marry Joe?
Tuesday, June 01, 2004
Criticisms and Reassurances of the Sun and Bolsa Chica, Respectively
You have burned me so,
And I despise you for that,
And will forever.
I look lobster-like.
I AM the red light district.
And it's all your fault.
***
O Bolsa Chica,
How you abound with small clams!
And cause me such pain.
O Bolsa Chica,
It really isn't your fault.
The sun is to blame.
And I despise you for that,
And will forever.
I look lobster-like.
I AM the red light district.
And it's all your fault.
***
O Bolsa Chica,
How you abound with small clams!
And cause me such pain.
O Bolsa Chica,
It really isn't your fault.
The sun is to blame.
Monday, May 24, 2004
A Sad Victoria Day
There'll be no fireworks tonight,
Nor beer,
Nor drunken domestic men.
No sex in canoes,
And no northern lights.
Nope, there'll be no fireworks tonight.
Note: I realize that this isn't haiku per se, but really, where else would I post such verse?
Another note: I wrote this on the sad occasion of my first May Two-Four weekend spent away from my country in many a year. Throughout, you will notice the pining way in which I reflect upon common Canadian events during this time. Rest assured, I do not participate in these activities. I am merely amused by them. So, well, you can all sleep sound tonight; I'm not crazy. Or anything.
Nor beer,
Nor drunken domestic men.
No sex in canoes,
And no northern lights.
Nope, there'll be no fireworks tonight.
Note: I realize that this isn't haiku per se, but really, where else would I post such verse?
Another note: I wrote this on the sad occasion of my first May Two-Four weekend spent away from my country in many a year. Throughout, you will notice the pining way in which I reflect upon common Canadian events during this time. Rest assured, I do not participate in these activities. I am merely amused by them. So, well, you can all sleep sound tonight; I'm not crazy. Or anything.
Sunday, May 23, 2004
The Road to Loma Linda
We're stuck in traffic
There are lots of mattresses
Drivers shouldn't sleep
There are lots of mattresses
Drivers shouldn't sleep
Monday, May 17, 2004
The Glorious Beginning
O Doctor Bradley,
Your motorcycle is cool.
Congratulations.
Group presentations
Loathsome entities of doom
Please stop fidgeting.
There are windows here.
People outside can see us.
Stop copulating.
Dasani, my love,
Hawaii water is gross.
And so I drink you.
O dear pheremones.
What would I do without you?
Maybe I'd study.
Women of the world...
Please wear your jeans much higher,
For my retinas.
Her eyes are foggy
Like mist over the water
Might be cataracts!
O Doctor Bradley
You're such an aging hippie
But that's why you're cool
Your motorcycle is cool.
Congratulations.
Group presentations
Loathsome entities of doom
Please stop fidgeting.
There are windows here.
People outside can see us.
Stop copulating.
Dasani, my love,
Hawaii water is gross.
And so I drink you.
O dear pheremones.
What would I do without you?
Maybe I'd study.
Women of the world...
Please wear your jeans much higher,
For my retinas.
Her eyes are foggy
Like mist over the water
Might be cataracts!
O Doctor Bradley
You're such an aging hippie
But that's why you're cool
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