Your Body is a Taco Stand
Your Body is a Taco Stand
For the record, I have never really minded Valentine's day, even during those dry spells when I knew a really lucky VeeDay haul would consist of a card from my mother and being ignored by the dog. Its the sheer suckitude of friends predicating their self-worth on whether they happen to be attached or not on February 14th that makes me want to take a bottle of white-out to the second page of the calandar. Its a day that just screams for really bad poetry. So here goes...
Free Verse to My Secret Love, Mark Watson , 427 Lee's Passing Court, Hernando, Mississippi, 601-798-2340
My dog and my mother hate your guts
My girlfriends and best gay boyfriend
Think I'm nuts
I think they're just jealousof our true love
And the box with they intercepted?
The one with the nipple clamps and Bush Stickers?
A setup.
Haiku to DJ Ito
standing on my lawn
with a John Mayer CD
closed the taco stand
Another Haiku to DJ Ito
intense look on face
boombox turgid with love
you're still no Cusack
To Joe Bob
Roses are red,
So is my neck.
I'm sorry I pulled your rear window rifle rack loose
During our last date.
posted by jas faulkner @ 9:06 AM
2 comments
2 Comments:
I love your Haiku really love them. I write them too but mine are so bad they'll never see the light of day only the dark of my patio storage closet which will be unearthed long after I'm gone.
Oh, and thanks for the comment on my blog. I use art markers. Everyone thinks they're watercolor. But I'm neat and don't want to hang around for the cleanup.
"tacos"
"nipple clamps"
"Bush stickers"
"Best gay friend"
Turgid Boombox of Love
Man, I think I may love you.....but maybe I just need to eat some fired food.
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