For some reason, people keep sending me links to things like this: Zombie Haiku: Good Poetry For Your…Brains. I really wish I knew why they did that… hold on, let me just get this down:
Strange fruit floats downstream
As sirens die in Gray dawn –
The tide lurches in.
…anyway, it’s weird, and I’m not sure why anybody would have this impression of me – gimme a second, here:
Not so clumsy as shotgun –
…because, as all men know, I am really a highly prosaic sort of individual…
Ninja or kung fu?
PPZ’s* class struggle.
Austen would have laughed.
OK, OK, fine.
*I have gotten my mother to read that book.