Satire. Any resemblance to you is entirely down to your sense of self importance.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

On Haiku.

It is sad that it has come to this
that I must count syllables
when I would have counted
the ways that I loved you

the ways that I loved you
before you demanded a haiku
you said life was too short
for anything more than three lines.

Write a poem you said
write it in our autumn mists
I'm leaving you now.

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