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

Sunday

Hot and Humid

Heat in the city
Humid to the very core
I need air-co now

Why not the city?
And dehumidify as well
Gee that would be swell

posted by LA at 12:08 PM | 0 comments

Wednesday

Pressure

As the trip looms large
The paper won't write itself
It seems, nor will I

Is it writers block?
Or a defective life-style?
Matters not, I'm fucked

posted by LA at 10:44 AM | 1 comments