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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