“Tonka on Toilet Paper”
Quilted, soft, or rough,
The fate of the unspared square
Is always the same:
Circling its porcelain grave
An unmourned, frail paper wraith.
January, 2009
28
Jan 09
Lightning does strike twice…
7
Jan 09
The rare poetic utterance.
I recently watched “Run Lola Run” for the umpteenth time (I have lines memorized in German…and I don’t speak German — that’s how many times I’ve seen this movie), and this little senryu came tumbling out:
Suppositional
Rashomon, only German
With a chick running.
Do I get bonus points for using up an entire line’s worth of syllables on a single word? I should.
2
Jan 09
So, I fail. Again.
Fuck, fuck, fuck-a-doodle fuck-fuck. Another fucking self-imposed deadline missed. I don’t know why I bother, frankly…
Anyway, secret project is still a go, but start date is postponed due to lingering illness and lack of proper equipment.
Fuck.
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P.S.
I identify with this comic so much it’s scary.