Here are some haikus written by the guy Zeylan for the magazine: The waistband snaps back And leaves a blistering welt; My pants are too tight. I am too old to push the tears outside my cheeks But I am trying. Sharp silver concept With seasons of angry mist. Flowery bullshit. On my car window the frost might scribble her name If it were colder I can never be quite as real as I had hoped The world might find me Clenching tight my sex Rapidly moving forward My juices explode. cities forget how it is to be dark inside But we remember memory is all we have. sun, wind, sand, and sea don't have even that and I remember eyes a little too narrow and how she would smile Why does my groin itch? I scratch and scratch, no relief. Do I have crotch crabs? Don't stare at my butt. How do I know you're not gay? I'm exit-only! Stealing from the store, Stuffing things in my pockets; Peanuts and some gum. There is nothing wrong with the form I have chosen Blame me for failing I stand on my lawn At the wrong time; I'm drowning! The sprinkler is on! cornflakes and some milk the light of the morning sun on the oak table At least my haikus Make some sort of sense when read, Unlike yours, which stink. When there is nothing that I need to cut away I can hear the wind when she slips away until she moves to go, I will hold on to her. small, delicate girl a full-grown woman outside a combination Comments on my work Mean so very much to me. Lick my nuts in praise. Sometimes, I have it. Like a hallucination, it blinds my vision. battle babylon end of our life together. It grows so cold now. her train is late. her last remaining hope with it. I haven't the heart. I look to the north waving farewell, I move on I find the best thing the spark is gone, but the love is pulling the weight from up off the floor. did I leave you with the empty feeling that I am having right now?

He puts his heavy arm around me and lifts me This is my best friend. Ow! Something bit me! God damn these little spiders. Concentration gone. What the fucking hell? Am I losing my marbles? I must be on smack. A long time ago, In a land far, far away, Adam and Eve fucked. Celery is good, But the little stringy things Get stuck in my teeth. This is out of hand! Haikus will not stop themselves; I am going mad. april strings, soft sigh the woman solitary and alone for me forever moving there is only God for me when I look within Five! Seven! And five! Repeat the chant with me now! "Five! Seven! And five!" She is my mother. I do not remember her as she is right now. Fast and twangy bass and a lousy nasal voice. I don't like Primus! what have I become that I don't cry anymore when I ache inside? Turn off the TV Before I smash it to bits! Shopping channels suck! When the stars have drowned and the night has turned away there is still the sun Are you reading this? Something is wrong with you, man. Easily amused. Haikus are supposed To be about nature, right? Not just strict meter? I just had a thought... I forget what it was, now. I'm going to bed. Hand me my crack pipe; I must take another hit Before it wears off. wandering, my soul trapped within my body, held until surrender I was five years old. It's not easy to recall, but I remember. Hey, do you have it? Where the hell did I put it? I left it right here! her admonition the excuse that I needed to leave forever. That is all I have, There's no more room on the page for more of the same.

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