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

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:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

i think this is your most successful, but i am impartial to imperfect rhyme.

9:19 PM

 

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