you don't read my work
you think it's bizarre-- pointless?
but how deep i reach
thinking about how
we and you and me might change
gives me a chill (thrill?)
at the black bottom
of deep seas, darker than death
our love swims, eyeless
i don't consider
myself a great artist but
it still feels special
i wish i could be
little bo peep, you're my sheep
fuckin' scram, will you?
- Teeny
- Chicago
- welcome to my blog/ hatekus are its foundation/ but it will vary/ Yeah, I love haikus. I love how traditional haikus can humbly but beautifully encapsulate existence. As a slight departure from the nature-based haikus, I now also love using them as a way to succinctly communicate my modern quotidian experiences. And because in the Land of Teeny, 17 syllables aren't always sufficient, there might be more than just haikus posted here. I apologize to those haiku purists who might have had high hopes for this blog.
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