Showing posts with label haiku. Show all posts
Showing posts with label haiku. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

September 9, 2009


Narcolepsy


Too sleepy to sit,
but too hot to stand outside.
I effing hate school.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

August 3, 2009
























Twenty Days


Knowing that shortly
you'll be flying to heaven's
not planned suicide.

August 2, 2009


Uneasy

...and depressed I cry:
"can I be the Sahara
for my xerocole?"

August 1, 2009
























Love/Skiing


The fear of approach
is conquered by the sheer thrill
once you're in the air.


in this photo: my best friend Benjamin Fairbanks Naylor
photo by: my best friend Weston Edwards

July 31, 2009


Personal


It's universal,
so I thought, to have neighbors.
Here, they're more than that.

art by mr bingo

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

July 30, 2009


Thirst


From the low fountain
shoots colder, sweeter water—
well worth the hard work.

July 29, 2009


Linen Pants on Windy Days

Murdered by pants— wait!
I forgot they were linen!
I'm just in heaven...

photo by NOAA (oldest photo of a tornado)

Monday, August 3, 2009

July 28, 2009
























Ambiguity, Unexplained


What's a man to do
when words contradict themselves?
Like the word "adult".

July 27, 2009



Salad Days


Nine o'clock pm,
your head on my arm, eyes closed,
we look back, and laugh

July 26, 2009


Quiet Night

When you feel nothing,
you're probably either dead
or swimming naked.

July 25, 2009


2000

I'd like to spend life
like the warm nights of my youth,
but she'd be there too.

photo by the Jackdaws

Sunday, August 2, 2009

July 24, 2009



Happy Birthday Utah


Science will tell us:
all bubbles are spherical
except for Utah.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

July 23, 2009


No Offense

I'd plug my phone in,
but she's in Prague, who would call?
I don't want to talk.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

July 22, 2009






















Ex-summers


Sofa, carpet, bed-
bleached and funky and colder
from my wet swimsuit.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

July 21, 2009
























It's Never Too Late


Angelic voices
from the busts of perfection.
Never outdated.

July 20, 2009
























Animals


Yelling at their own,
on the grounds of "ignorance,"
ashamed of their form.


Veganarchists

The sole difference?
There's no reason to hate cows,
because they eat grass.


Precedence

Think of what fervor
they would employ to picket
carnivore cafés!

July 19, 2009


Confide


These young men take "the
shrillest highs and lowest lows"
to "such great [new] heights."

Monday, July 27, 2009

July 18, 2009



Who's Walking Who?


Is there an instance
where our intentions become
what we think we are?

July 17, 2009


E-emotion

Things were going well,
and then you got an email
with a big fat :)
 

ALL POETRY © COLIN PINEGAR