Friday, February 29, 2008

On the joys of gay male youth

to be a gay boy
hopeful, horny and cocky
in more ways than one

Monday, February 25, 2008

On the occasion of Snook getting to leave work early because his building is not a NYC landmark & kinda died inside

Lucky Snooker - his
office is busted - lucky!
went home to play wii

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

On the occasion of Sean revealing that he's been attacked by swarms of ladybugs

Snook, attacked by bugs
Red with black dots, envision:
attacked by cuteness

Monday, February 18, 2008

This one goes out to Cesca...

Where is my new pet?
The Pats lost, and you promised
Me a chinch - pay up!

Because I work on holidays...

To Whole Foods for lunch
Tuna-Pasta casserole
Chapin reminder.

Saturday, February 16, 2008

On remembering last night's dream

Dreamed of Emily
Lost her legs in surgery
And became a dwarf

Friday, February 8, 2008

Not a haiku for the squeamish.

Yeast in my P and
some blood and Tampax too. It's
fun to be a girl!

Thursday, February 7, 2008

On what people hear when I say my name

grande latte please
your name?, Francesca
Latte for Chestnut

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

On being one of those political rally dorks

a mile long line
he better be worth the wait
shiver in the cold

all alone in line
ditched for heat and food, I stay,
hoping to get in

Patrick, Kerry, Ted
and Caroline Kennedy
spoke for Obama

happy supporters
all pumped with idealism
to vote the next day

Written for my boss

Who's having computer trouble:

Ode to Bill Gates:

Who you do think you
are, Mister Big stuff? You suck.
and you smell like soup.

Your product’s a mess,
you’re as cool as hammerpants.
wish you had ipod?

We look down on your
computers, they break too much
they’re worth less than poo.



I can haz raise for using "hammerpants" in a haiku? Kthxbye

Monday, February 4, 2008

On a Giants victory

Made a drunken bet,
Cesca owes me a chinch, but
I'll still take her out

Friday, February 1, 2008

On Friday nights

Ten minutes left here
All my friends went home at five
Seconds are dragging.

on the occasion of poetry

&~
;{
-^+

50 hakiu points
to whoever figures it
hint: sticks to the rules.

Retaliation

Cesca smells like soup;
weird dimple, runny nose, and
I still really love her.

On how I feel when Em haikus about sucking her own butt hole

emily is gross
picks her butt, her teeth, her nose
still I love her so