The Sea
Posted on January 6th, 2009 in Indecent Haiku | No Comments »
they say a woman
rages and calms like the sea;
i’ll drink to that shit.
they say a woman
rages and calms like the sea;
i’ll drink to that shit.
night’s dark relief, by
morning light transformed into
vague scent of urine
one man’s will cannot
hope to quell the rising flood.
please hold very still.
moonlight gleams golden
the stream arcs and splashes
all over my shoes
Is 4th grade level grammar and spelling too much to ask? Really?
Love, Pip
P.S. I will hire a hacker to break into the iTunes account database and find the personal address of the next fucker who posts a review saying “should i wach this show? click YES if u think i should :)”.
Then I will find you, and I will do things to you. Dark things.
a surge in the tide
may strike with little warning.
sorry ’bout your eye.
a surge in the tide
may strike with little warning.
sorry ’bout your eye.
a surge in the tide
may strike with little warning.
sorry ’bout your eye.
the depths of his soul
fight to be heard. he sighs and
draws another dick.
he sang with his soul
setting it free! and his soul
couldn’t sing for shit.