Sweet sweet Crown Royal
Your Golden beauty soothes me
Pour me another.

:D

Thread-divergent tanka:

Passing drunken bars
Cold air sober spinning fast
Blackness underneath

The clarity of the chill
The energy of the ride

lying on the couch
unassembled bike waiting
for less-blotto me

I'm sorry, that was terrible.

Right-of-way stolen
Panic stop to miss the car
Skid between raindrops

Pant leg caught in chain
No drink to soften the hurt
Down I go again.

zombies dance at night
i'm on my bike across town
i didn't even realize

God bless Hurricane.
Best damn malt liquor ever.
Three for five dollars.

now don't forget Sparks
that two dollar pick me up
thats chuck full of booze

http://www.emahiser.com/Sparks.JPG

bump, *****, bump me...
booty skank with your Giant
we'll draft through jar heads

that was, apparently an epithet, which was stared out. but it was germaine and full of meaning and rhetorical necessity. blast and drat!

that's actually really beautiful. captures a moment just the way haiku should, traditionally.

i'm too sober to add haiku. maybe i should have some of what smorgasgeorge was talking about (which is cheaper here, btw).

A lot of time, I find that the best haiku come when I am specifically as sober and clear as can be. It is the clarity of mind that poetry chooses to emerge from sometimes.

Tonight's haiku:

Coal-dust night so still
The moon just a ghost above
Cold air teases skin

i suck cock all day
to buy keirin frame and blow
now i have the herp.

hmmm...i feel that way sometimes when i'm writing songs. like i have to find a way of arranging words that says what i want to say, says in an interesting way, hopefully uses some vivid imagery, while sounding musical with or without music to it. other poetry i need sobriety to write and formulate the way it'll look on the page.

in the context of the haiku on this page however...maybe i should have been more specific. i suck at haiku in any state, but drunk, it would be funnier. when drunk, i often put a lot more raw emotion into other forms of writing, too...but it has to be refined sober.

i think it was oscar wilde who said that all good writing is either written drunk and edited sober or vice versa. not totally true...but look at hemingway, faulkner, et al.

surgeon general's
warning cigarette smoke can
lead to birth defects

Vicodin feels good.
Got myself home just fine, thanks.
Lemme have another.

Chainring tore my jeans
today. Again. Fückin' A.
Needle & thread. GO!

It's New York City
Anyone can make it here,
or be anonymous.

I have been posting
to this thread for at least four
times why not sticky?

No sleep comes as yet
Long day, long year, still grinding
No sleep before death

i got "****ed up" once
hit a big ****in' BRICKWALL
wore my ****in' lid

(i'm not creative so i had to resort to "****" a lot.)

"key lime pie" is good
one parts vodka two parts lime
aid, drink with caution

drank too much tonight
got home, checked out bikeforums
gotta work at 8