Monday, September 6th 2004
everything around me
seems to tell me
that couples just don't work
Sunday, September 5th 2004
Koennten meine Zehen schreiben,
gaeb's von heute
sicher ein haiku mehr.
uncomfortable night
and cold air
robbed me of motivation
black silouettes
against pale blue sky
lightning in the distance
Saturday, September 4th 2004
cats in beds
are like gas in air
they evenly fill out the whole space
i'm too dumb to live
and in this society
not dumb enough to die
Friday, September 3rd 2004
woman of impish stature;
the handles are too long
so the bags touch the ground
hardrock is like
a hollow promise
that never delivers
i like
reading haikus
but don't know how to write them
after a while
sitting around, waiting
becomes disturbingly natural