June 9, 2008

Haiku For Monday #221

Don't wanna go to
work Mister Reality!
Now, fuck off post-haste.

Posted by Chris at June 9, 2008 6:22 AM

Beaches, (lived 2 blocks from the beach) bike rides, cookouts. The feel of cotton sheets on my skin in the hot summer night. Somehow those sheets and the sunshine baked skin mixed with exhaustion made me feel happy as I fell asleep as a kid.

Posted by: Maribeth at June 9, 2008 9:07 AM

I love this - only because I said "post-haste" about five times this weekend. :)

Posted by: Stephanie at June 9, 2008 11:34 AM

I'll wager that's the first time the phrase "fuck off post-haste" has ever been used in the English language. Let alone in a structured poem. Tip of the hat to you, Cactus!

Posted by: Vaguely Urban at June 9, 2008 1:45 PM