The Boy From Dallas
totally consumes my mind
truly, I'm thirteen.
I'd like a milkshake
large, chocolate, if you don't mind
my wide ass thanks you.
House! full of boxes!
the cats hide with my dishes
bruises on my shins
where is my razor?
a week gone! had to buy new.
alas, in a box
ah, desperation
has its own stale aroma
it smells like haiku
2 comments:
You may be thirteen, but you look twenty-three.
A haiku entry! I love it. I'm especially fond of the chocolate milkshake one.
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