Haiku Get Used To This

I burned my hand.  There

is a blister.  It fucking

hurts.  Oh, woe is me!

Oh, vomit, my dear
You’re not very nice… but still
I feel better now.

It’s so cold down here.
Mice run free. Mold into lungs.
Die, organist, die.

This is the main lesson of haiku. When we compose a haiku we are saying, “It is hard to tell you how I am feeling. Perhaps if I share with you the event that made me aware of those feelings you will have similar feelings of your own.”
-William Higginson, The Haiku Handbook

So, in other words:

In these 17
syllables I try to say
what I cannot say

Roman Polanski

Nailed a thirteen year old girl

Sign a petition

Without internet
my laptop turns into an
expensive iPod

On the letting go:
It’s a fucking bitch sometimes,
And a bastard, too.

yay! three day weekend

no! only an illusion

still woke up at six