Saturday, March 26, 2011

Short poem, four haikus

Doth Fly the Unicorn Around

my head

until I tell him

You dothn’t fly;

that’s Pegasus.


are you.

A two year old
laughs at the mannequins
No one hears them cry

From years of writing
I can tell you that the pen
is not so mighty.

What if Popeye
orders spinach while
at a restaurant with Olive?

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