Sexy schoolgirl squeals
Naughty nurse shivers with cold
Slutty cat looks bored
Sorry to overload with the Halloween haiku, it's just that this is a holiday that provides so much scope for the imagination!
Monday, October 31, 2011
Day 340: Still Halloween
Undeterred by cold
A knot of naughty nurses
Bares goosepimpled flesh
You'd think people in the naughty medical profession would know better than to venture out into 30-degree weather with so little clothing.
A knot of naughty nurses
Bares goosepimpled flesh
You'd think people in the naughty medical profession would know better than to venture out into 30-degree weather with so little clothing.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Day 339: Halloween, Part I
Perky coeds pose
In slutty Halloween garb
Legs and bellies bare
When it comes to Halloween costumes, the ladies have two (related) options: Sexy ____ and Slutty _____. There's not much difference between the two. Given the ratio of skin to fabric, they just might have to move Halloween to August.
In slutty Halloween garb
Legs and bellies bare
When it comes to Halloween costumes, the ladies have two (related) options: Sexy ____ and Slutty _____. There's not much difference between the two. Given the ratio of skin to fabric, they just might have to move Halloween to August.
Day 338: Is there an app for that?
A plea for spare change
Loses its effect when you
Pull out your iPhone
Loses its effect when you
Pull out your iPhone
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Day 337: Inside/Outside
Despite the bright sun
Today tastes like heartburn and
Feels like broken glass
To complete the sensory picture, today also sounds like nails on a chalkboard and smells like fresh subway vomit.
Today tastes like heartburn and
Feels like broken glass
To complete the sensory picture, today also sounds like nails on a chalkboard and smells like fresh subway vomit.
Friday, October 7, 2011
Day 336: The Other Cruelest Month
Fall exudes tension
We cling to life, surrounded
By death and decay
Something about autumn makes me feel very keyed up. It's not exactly a bad feeling. I don't fear or dread the winter. It's more of a feeling of anticipation -- but with a strange layer of jitteriness because I don't know quite what I'm anticipating. It's a feeling of imminent change. Does anybody else feel this way?
We cling to life, surrounded
By death and decay
Something about autumn makes me feel very keyed up. It's not exactly a bad feeling. I don't fear or dread the winter. It's more of a feeling of anticipation -- but with a strange layer of jitteriness because I don't know quite what I'm anticipating. It's a feeling of imminent change. Does anybody else feel this way?
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Day 335: Dog Days, Part II
Still learning restraint
A novice guide dog lunges
For a dropped cookie
The guide dog on my morning commute was a model of restraint. She was like a big gold smiling statue of a lab. Miraculously, I saw another guide dog in the afternoon! This one was still in training. He was out with his foster father and a young kid, learning how to calmly take the subway. Frankly, I'm not entirely sure this dog's going to make the cut. In the time that I watched him, he flopped on the subway platform and demanded a belly rub, investigated a lot of food detritus, and got his head stuck up the back of a woman's long raincoat.
It was adorable.
A novice guide dog lunges
For a dropped cookie
The guide dog on my morning commute was a model of restraint. She was like a big gold smiling statue of a lab. Miraculously, I saw another guide dog in the afternoon! This one was still in training. He was out with his foster father and a young kid, learning how to calmly take the subway. Frankly, I'm not entirely sure this dog's going to make the cut. In the time that I watched him, he flopped on the subway platform and demanded a belly rub, investigated a lot of food detritus, and got his head stuck up the back of a woman's long raincoat.
It was adorable.
Day 334: Dog Days, Part I
The guide dog grins as
If to say "I'm working, but
You should see me fetch"
It is a well known fact that I am obsessed with guide dogs. All working dogs, in fact. I love them. I will move down the subway platform to be closer to them. I know I'm not allowed to pet them and it drives me crazy.
If to say "I'm working, but
You should see me fetch"
It is a well known fact that I am obsessed with guide dogs. All working dogs, in fact. I love them. I will move down the subway platform to be closer to them. I know I'm not allowed to pet them and it drives me crazy.
Day 333: On the Ferry
The thick grey blue sky
Presses against the water
I watch from the boat
Intrepid Boyfriend recently said "you know, I used to date this really awesome girl who wrote haikus and posted them online." The fact that I immediately thought "What? Who was she?!" shows that I have been pretty delinquent in posting.
It's not just that I've been busy (which I have), it's also a matter of inspiration. It's unpredictable. I really like this particular haiku because it is more in the vein of traditional Japanese haiku -- nature-centric, no public urination.
Presses against the water
I watch from the boat
Intrepid Boyfriend recently said "you know, I used to date this really awesome girl who wrote haikus and posted them online." The fact that I immediately thought "What? Who was she?!" shows that I have been pretty delinquent in posting.
It's not just that I've been busy (which I have), it's also a matter of inspiration. It's unpredictable. I really like this particular haiku because it is more in the vein of traditional Japanese haiku -- nature-centric, no public urination.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Day 332: F Train Theater
Two tattooed hipsters
Engrossed in a screaming match
Eyes narrowed, lips curled
I think these waifish, well-inked young ladies were roommates. The argument sounded like something this:
Butterfly Arms: "I'm going to be late again because of you! You did this on purpose! Why do you ALWAYS do this?!"
Tribal Designs: "You were going to be late anyway! You spend so much time on your stupid hair! AND you told me to meet you at the 7th Avenue stop, not 15th Street. I was waiting for you there!"
Sappy Butterflies: "I SAID FIFTEENTH! FIFTEENTH!! Admit it, YOU WANTED ME TO BE LATE! You ALWAYS want me to be late! And I didn't even finish doing my hair!!!"(brushes vigorously) "Now my hair looks like SHIT because of you!" (rips large hairball off of brush, throws onto platform, stomps foot) "I HATE YOU!"
Contrived Tribalist: "NO, I HATE YOU!"
And so on. I'm not sure what they were late for that was so important. They were hipsters, so it certainly couldn't have been work.
Engrossed in a screaming match
Eyes narrowed, lips curled
I think these waifish, well-inked young ladies were roommates. The argument sounded like something this:
Butterfly Arms: "I'm going to be late again because of you! You did this on purpose! Why do you ALWAYS do this?!"
Tribal Designs: "You were going to be late anyway! You spend so much time on your stupid hair! AND you told me to meet you at the 7th Avenue stop, not 15th Street. I was waiting for you there!"
Sappy Butterflies: "I SAID FIFTEENTH! FIFTEENTH!! Admit it, YOU WANTED ME TO BE LATE! You ALWAYS want me to be late! And I didn't even finish doing my hair!!!"(brushes vigorously) "Now my hair looks like SHIT because of you!" (rips large hairball off of brush, throws onto platform, stomps foot) "I HATE YOU!"
Contrived Tribalist: "NO, I HATE YOU!"
And so on. I'm not sure what they were late for that was so important. They were hipsters, so it certainly couldn't have been work.
Day 331: Stink Bomb (Human Version)
A lone dozing man
Fells a dozen commuters
With his heinous gas
I don't know if this guy had a bad breakfast burrito or what, but the stench was horrible enough that the guy next to me covered his face with his newspaper. At one point I started to wonder if he had actually crapped his pants.
Fells a dozen commuters
With his heinous gas
I don't know if this guy had a bad breakfast burrito or what, but the stench was horrible enough that the guy next to me covered his face with his newspaper. At one point I started to wonder if he had actually crapped his pants.
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