Showing posts with label bad poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bad poetry. Show all posts

Thursday, October 23, 2008

three haikus

-the blue sari -
saw the blue sari
blowing behind Vespa grey
and knew I was here

- Mahatma Ghandi Bus Station -
God, it smells like piss
Telugu script brown skin stare
and open hands ask

- Nalgonda Boy's Government School -
The boys know what is...
and I'm here to change that...
Help is just a word.

***inspired by the poetry previously posted on this blog, i decided to take a crack. my brain doesn't understand poetry so, when writing it, i access it via the most efficient and easy route = the haiku***