Sort-of Haikus


   
  Kathy
   
  A young, petite blond
  With such a way of giggling
  When she sits with me.
   
  Her pasties glisten
  On my empty Michelob
  Pendulous swaying.
   
  Through smokey distance
  She captures my bloodshot eyes
  With a yawning smile.
   
  She descends for me
  My last dollar in her string;
  With closed eyes, i kiss.
   




  Here's my haiku; 'Lady With a Fur' -
  i didn't want to write it. El Greco's Spanish mistress;
  Excuse me, will you. May i paint you, too?
     
     
  Look! Up in the sky! Bleary-eyed and sore -
  A bird dropping hits my head; Stopped at a bar after work.
  My oh my oh my... Why am i writing
     
     
     
  Music tempts my plants;  
  They just sit there on the fridge. 
  Would they like to dance?  
     
     
  Sometimes i wonder, Why does the vulture
  "What am i going to write?" Soar over the hospital?
  i just heard thunder. Walls are not so pure.
     
     
  Can you see me now?  
  i'm sitting over here.  
  Please, don't talk so loud.  
     
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