Haiku

very recklessly
it explodes past the stop sign
the little black ant

Dinner

buzz...buzz...buzz...
buzz...buzz...
buzz...

Haiku

cool summer morning
soft flowery perfume of
the urinal mint

Weekday

First round knockout;
Tuesday

Haiku

A cool summer's wind
shakes the porcupine's needles
resting on her head

Haiku

a boring lecture
pen, window, girl, pen, window...
girl, girl, girl, girl, girl

Haiku

a fly grazes past
the head of an Asian girl
and lands on my desk

Acne

Its like playing whack-a-mole on your face.

meta-physics

The constant is light

Haiku

billowing chalk cloud
as my physics professor
drops his eraser

*&-C'0/\/\p-uT3R-+_#

Tundra:


strained,
dry, red
eyes

Waterfall:


weighted eyelids
crash down
shield

PIXELS ARE SYRINGES:
thin blades
through tender, brown eyes

a gargoyle
with glasses
--I hunch

Moloko - Sing it Back

The inspiration for my blog title. OK, I owe my legions of fans some more explaination for posting this disco garbage: I first heard this song in 1999 in Isreal when it was being played on a non-stop rotation. I moved to back to America in 2002, and on my recent trip to Israel I heard the song on MTV again; it was then that I realized that possibly the best line in the history of music was out of the mouth of Moloko.

Haiku

"It's hurting my eyes"
"What does he think he's doing"
--The wedding dancefloor

With a Morose Expression

I've noticed that there are those guys who cry before their wedding, and those who shed tears...

Seventeen syllables is worth a thousand words.

Haiku

shining off the door
of the BMW
working Mexicans

HUH?

"Phil, you'll never look at me like the old -----, but I'll tell you anyways..."

EXpLOsIoN
KaBLoOeY
VIeTnaM
NaPAlM
RuBbLE
9/11

@#&^#@&^@*&#
*&@#*&@*#&@
why did he
@#*@#&*@#&@#
tell me that ???/11/1?
@#**#&*@&#*@#

Haiku

Los Angeles moon
reflected on the window
a naked lightbulb

Haiku

the evening crickets
cellphone with low battery
chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp...

Haiku

the chirping of birds
while my grandmother argues
with the gardener

Haiku

staring at the boy
until he looks back at her
then she looks away

Untitled

There blooms a week toward the end of spring when the girls wear nothing but their smooth tans to pay me back for all the sordid glances that I've avoided.