Tuesday, September 26, 2006

All these haikus / the ridiculous, even / They're for the good ones

I must wear black ink
on the bottoms of my feet
So I remember

The places I've been
Some far, far too many times,
And go somewhere new


two-teen said...

found this out a while
ago; that the chicks I dig
don't write poetry

aye, me, forever
spewing immitations of
life. Mike Stipe Don't sue.


Al Dimond said...

thus fortunate this:
neither am i chick you dig
nor, really, poet

jl said...

you are too a poet birdo.