February Poem 24/28
Haiku
I would be remiss
If I never wrote haiku
At least once. At least.
Obligatory
Written to meet a quota
Twenty-eight per month
Why not write one, why?
Why not, I ask, why not? Sigh.
It's not difficult.
Boring for sure, yes.
Boring like a long lecture.
Boring like a rock.
Boring like dried paint
Spiraling my gray matter
Boring like a drill
Boring like barrels
Jammed to the back of my skull
Pressing, no, wrenching.
Pull it. Release me.
Pull the trigger already.
Drill into the bone.
Click. Poof. Misfire.
That wasn't so bad, was it?
Was it? It couldn't.
Quiet lilypond.
Dead frog falls into water.
Soft splash of mourning.
Oblique Strategy of the day: Repetition is a form of change