GUERILLA HAIKU ALMOST MAKES IT TO BROOKLYN
...and then runs back to Manhattan!
(Brooklyn, your day will come)
...or the story of how Caley cheered herself up on a December day.
THIS IS THE MIDDLE - MANY STAND HERE AND NEVER - DECIDE TO MOVE ON
IF RIDING A BIKE - I WOULD HOPE MY DIRECTION - WAS NOW BROOKLYN-WARDS
CROSSING OVER THINGS - (LIKE RIVERS) ALLOWS US TO - REALLY TRANSITION
THE LUCKIEST FOLKS - ARE THE WALKING COMMUTERS - EVEN IN THE COLD
WHY IS SILLINESS - SO DEEPLY UNDERRATED? - PLEASE BRING BACK THE JOY
SHE SMILES SECRETLY - THE BROWN-EYED ONE WHO NEEDS SOME - MAGIC IN HER DAY
THE BEST OF PRESENTS: - THOSE HIDDEN, EXCHANGED UNKNOW - INGLY BY STRANGERS
SOMETIMES I WONDER - AT OUR LACK OF POTENCY - THEN I SEE THIS BRIDGE
The Moral of this Guerilla Haiku Story:
Never be without chalk.
Nor without the desire to follow creative impulses.
I want to be at the next one damn it!
ReplyDeleteyeah I am sure you do want to be the next one stevie
ReplyDeleteyour blog has no posting since 2008..hmm..married life then wasnt it?
ReplyDeletei bet you hate this...being caught :) too bad
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