Haiku

No critic No praise Just write three lines about whatever, then shut up, sign out...

A can of coke
Monitor's in my eyes
I might stay up tonight

heh... I'm feeling prolific or something.

ironic, how this
profound truth is meaningless
when spoken aloud.

This cigarette smoke
is going to kill me someday
might as fucking well

I am here now well
I might as well stay here and
I'm moving away.

On this hot May night,
the baby laughs at cartoons,
I'm tired, dry, dumb.

packed, ready to go
i stay longer, just a bit
soon freedom will call

freedom do not call
instead it keeps me away
& I stay right here

hee

"on the road again
oh how I long to be back
on the road again."
-w. nelson (i think)

mescaline smile
facing me, midnight streets where
she forgets her home.

I stand watching
Time pass me by
Last day here.

sidewalk (sunhot)
cats scamper
ants scatter

---jones