Monday, 1 February 2010

Expanding horizons

Lunch, always my hunch
Noon boringly consistent
Universal truth

Y'know this haiku thing? I think its time to encourage a broader spectrum of poetic vicissitude.

So now I think I'll incorporate other types of poetry, with varying prosody - form, rhythm and meter to accomplish truly moving verbal art. If only so I can incorporate those imortal words...

"Hard hearted harbinger of haggis"

Can I squeeze in a trumpet player, double bass and snare
Into this languishing, life-limiting loge called
A workstation?

So when does free-form poetry become just
random sentences
strung together by idiots?

Where Is my evil minion flying monkey with my beer?

BEER...not dogs....uurgh! Stupid, stupid, stupid evil minion flying monkeys!