a beer is a poem is a hand grenade
a beer is a poem is a hand grenade
chasing the birds
from every gray and leafless tree
framing the horizon
of impossible drunken haze
and staggering to the bitter music
of a cocktail napkin haiku.
a beer is a poem is a hand grenade
chasing the birds
from every gray and leafless tree
framing the horizon
of impossible drunken haze
and staggering to the bitter music
of a cocktail napkin haiku.
chasing the birds
from every gray and leafless tree
framing the horizon
of impossible drunken haze
and staggering to the bitter music
of a cocktail napkin haiku.
posted by extraspecialbitter at 11:11 AM
3 Comments:
This I can see in my minds eye. Very nice. Be careful with those grenades, sometimes the fuse is shorter than you think. It does make life interesting though.
squarehead - thank you for the comments. another way to say it is "sometimes the bomb at the end of the fuse is you."
So well said Mr. Bitter. I hate "computer speak", but that's LOL funny.
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