Haiku Madness

I thought I would fall
to the limerick madness,
but it was haikus.

Belly button dirt:
nature's timer for showers.
I need to reset.

My hand is itchy.
Was it the masturbation?
It was! They're hairy!

It feels hot and cold.
It stings like bees and cactus.
My leg fell asleep.

Sixty-five thousand miles.
My van is almost dead.
Kuclunk kuclunk pfshh.

Today it's raining.
My plants don't need my water.
They will miss the sun.

Touching my scars is
so creepy. They feel empty.
I sort of miss them.


Written in 2010


And that said, that last haiku is really creepy. I'm glad that's not me anymore.