Friday, August 04, 2006

5-7-5, or haiku hell

Cars creep through stop lights
new car blue car compact zoom
slow reactions loom

I don't know what got me thinking about haiku. I've always felt like poetry was embarassing, except if you were truly a poet composing it. I'm embarrassed of my work. I notice the irony that I am writing about a Japanese car here, especially since haiku is usually about nature. Nothing seems natural anymore. I saw a picture of Pamela Anderson the other day, and her plastic filled breast was pretty pert and unnatural looking. It looked more like a half of a thick rubber ball. So much for the maternal.

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