Bad poetry because I'm in that sort of mood.
Short staccato verse.
latent emotion evoked.
Style dictates content?
29 Beckwith drive.
Longmeadow, Massachusetts
Amichai J. Greene
Dessert for breakfast
cannot nearly compare to
breakfast in the desert.
Wasting all my time
writing nonsense instead of
searching for a job.
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
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Or posting on your fiction blog. If I don't find out soon what's going on with the transexual I will go crazy!
ah job...or lack of....urgh.
hope u find something soon. i'm the worst person to suggest advice
Though I'm glad it inspired you, it was just a bit of nonsense (as they all were). Sort of a bad pun switching desert and dessert because I didn't know what else to write.
I thought they were cool. I love haiku, although, it can be quite difficult.
Umm, you got an extra syllable in the dessert/desert one. Last line. I'd never criticize, though. I have ice cream on a hot steamy day on the brain, now. mmmmmmm
hope you're feeling a little better, today, Honey.
*peck*
Nice. Your address is a Haiku!
Good stuff.
J
An older address, yes. But I cribbed the idea from Kerouac who wrote a bunch of hiakus using his freinds addresses.
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