11 August 2007
Haiku 2 (Jack Kerouac is so ashamed)
[8/7/07 → A day in haiku … well, close.
Toyota tires slip through muddy turns;
dusty tape deck
never skips a beat.
$300 million from the World Bank
to grow wretched troll trees
-- in symmetrical villages.
Boat full of hangovers
putts across a turquoise paradise.
(OK, so maybe I’m not much of a poet … sorry the phone call got cut short this morning … I’ll call soon … and I’m sure that call will happen way b4 you get this.) Love, John]