The following is a series of Haiku depicting the swirling torrent of emotions and events that are currently swirling like torrents through and around my skull. Enjoy.
Micah left last night.
Why Micah, why? Don’t leave us!
South America!
I can’t believe it.
Am I really moving out?
This just isn’t right.
To Wallingford, ho!
A new town, new apartment.
Why so far away?
Who are these people,
In my bedroom, in my house?
New peeps, go away!
Two days left of work.
I can almost taste freedom.
It tastes like donuts.
Ashley and Sarah,
I will be back, I promise.
Keep couch warm for me.
More to come as inspiration strikes… I love expressing myself in Haiku. It makes the horrors of life much less horrifying. And much more cheesy.
Oh… comments to this post must be left in Haiku form. Or else. (now, it’s a challenge)
master of footwear
sam bot dot com nee nerd bot
come visit brooklyn
a haiku challenge?
digits tapping syllables out,
suffering is yours.
My friend from Mestek
Who helped me to avoid work
Now what can I do?
You lived in NOHO
And helped Western Mass not suck
Why th3 g00d p33ps leave?
To Sam’s housemates now
If I never see you hence
Y’all were great to meet.
I have now wasted
All my creativity
On stupid haiku.
There once was a man named Samuel.
Who read lots’o technical manuals.
To Wallingford he moved,
there he worshipped good food.
And gave his life to the Evangelical.
That is a Haiku right?