Virally-induced Haiku
First, some zen: What is the sound of a plural haiku?
Second, please leave a comment with which haiku you like best and/or write one of your own. I will read them all through the thick, watery film that is covering my eyes. And then I will laugh-cough until I crumple into a muscle-weakened pile on the floor. Wherein I will hopefully recuperate. And possibly be a little less dramatic about it all.
I Have a Bad Cold – 1
viral consciousness
threatens to disintegrate
into fevered dreams
I Have a Bad Cold – 2
thick, watery eyes
head a runny, stuffy mess
bite my ass, virus
I Have a Bad Cold – 3
runny, stuffy mess
bite my shiny metal ass
you stupid virus
I Have a Bad Cold – 4
littering room with
virus-laden used tissues
for the sexy win
Virally=
tanka (instead of haiku)
oh yvette thou art
sick. vessel of breeding germs
unholy. I pick
number three because I like
shiny metal asses. bless.
LOL… been reading this blog for a few weeks (I discovered it when I revisited the geek test recently) but this is the first time I’ve been inspired to comment.
Nostrils red and raw,
sinuses feel like concrete–
must be March again.
I’m sorry about the sickness, I pick number 4 because when I’m sick my living room becomes a sea of tissues.
Okay, now that I am starting to come out of the virus fog, I have to admit that Marie and Rebecca both wrote better poems than I did. I enjoyed them. Thank you!
Sydney, the worst thing about the living room sea of tissues is figuring out what happened to the boat…