Friday, December 4, 2009

haiku 01


hunter s. thompson
shot himself in the kitchen.
he must have been sad.



we do not start coups.
we just listen to godspeed
you! black emperor.



old women inhale
light smokes in gold cars. why not?
dead soon anyway.



i like not missing
you because that means you are
probably near me.



minnesota is
cold this time of year. you all
would probably die.




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