Yay Terra (!)

I'll resist the urge to flood this with the gazillions of terrible haikus that I write when I'm monstrously bored in AP Bio...

(inspired by Charles' affection for his own moleskine)
A little knot of leather
black and white and grand all over.
Molly dearest is a darling dear
of paper and cords and the fine skin of moles.
With tender threads that bind and twine
and labial parchment folds,
she embraces words and thoughts and whims,
an orderly orgy of the intellect
and soul.

And now some (horrible) haikus:

Dams and locks shatter
a lonely table floats by
Silt ensnares a town

The Paris Commune
[Retrograde Revolution
(Reactionary Life)]

Nice decomposers
munching on your grandma's face;
to make an omelet...

(I'm sorry about that, really...)

On Rereading Things Written Some 2-3 Years Ago
First: Bemused
Pretend you stroll home and find
a platoon of midget goons in wizard hats
partying on your lawn and one
hands you a rubber duck.
Second: Embarrassed
Like showing up to school in hookers boots
but worse.
Third: Grave(digger)
Up to my armpits in slop
and earth and dirt and
I can't tell where my work
stops and the shit starts,
but I'll have it all buried soon.

(And lastly, a little snippet that is growing into something bigger)
We are Orion,
nailed to the sky,
revolving 'round the telephone poles
punched through our eyes.
Plated in clouds and agony,
we writhe as we remember tomorrow: