On waiting for polly for brunch

Outside Balthazar.
More French than English, why don't
They eat this at home???

we are not alone...

http://gadgets.boingboing.net/2008/05/15/font-haiku.html

On my final tonight

Hiding in bathroom.
Can't remember Dewey, I
Want to run and hide.

Missive from 59th street

Woman eating so
Much Indian food. Smelly
And dirty in here.

On the smells of spring

blossoming Cuntwood
my nostrils filled with its stink.
missing Smith in Spring

because I'm tired of doing homework and my boyfriend said he wasn't eaten by lions but he isn't calling me back so I'm not sure I believe him

Just wrote a "paper"
It's a huge load of bullshit
and I just don't care

Snook home tomorrow
Have to write another one.
Done before he's home?

A tableau from the subway

Shouts on the one train
Gaggle of tranny hookers!
Vogueing in the crowd.

On the occasion of eating out

Saw scotty sniffles
So many new ro all stars
Random tall Scott

On the open house for the next two years

Excited and dazed
Ready to give up two years
Who really needs sleep

On today's activities

Sean: I made the omelet
It was so tasty. Cesca:
how is class going?

On what happens when the luky star bus doesn't stop at Century Buffet

Just couldn't hold it.
So much shaking, almost fell
In the gross toilet

On the practice of flexibility

Flexibility
I'm told this I must improve
But oh what a test!

Earlier start date,
New temp apartment,
Less time to prepare

Still now I sit calm
The changes will be much fun,
Taking it in stride

On our breif flirt with popularity

Nine hundred hits - All
in one day. Woah. Too bad the
poem was banal.

No mention of poop,
butt holes, or tranny hookers.
Just a simple "hi!"

Perhaps one day we
can generate those numbers
But I'm ok with not.

On wanting to be found by Chris

Haiku just for Chris
Will his new site pick this up?
Hi there, how are you?

On a random ride on the subway

Forgot to mention
Caught a woman checking out
My shoes on B train

Winking and making
Faces at them. I caught her.
Weird. She looked ashamed.

On watching our favorite TV show

Hidden plaster lathe.
Damn! Screwed again, Trethewey!
Watching This Old House.

Sean wrote this. But I
Wrote this. "Screwed Again..." one day
will be our band name.

On a Christopher Street Triumph

Lease renewal came
No tears this year, just giggles
Yes, we're staying here

So psyched - close to school
vogueing gay boys, pride parade
Christopher Street = love

Sean: too lazy, cheap
to move - I say doors are so
overrated. Woo!

On things people search and find this blog.

Search "suck a tampax"
and you'll find this blog. I must've
written a gross one!

On what will happen if Em doesn't get her fix

images of Em
covered in Pinkberry goo
carted off to jail

On being nosy at work

A coworker reads
"The Daily Kitteh." Post says:
Shaboo getting better!