It's a little know fact that the Haiku was indeed not a haute arte, but rather a poetry for the everyday. With this in mind we have created a blog for poetry about any normal thing save love, death, and teabagging

Thursday

Prague

Bill wants to get fruit
Spence is looking for hookers
I'm drunk on absinthe

Sadly these three lines, a mere 17 syllables pretty much sums up an entire trip, and my whole conception of both Prague and Eastern Europe in general, which is not to say it isn't a positive impression.

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