It occurs to me
as I sit alone
that I don't remember the rules for haiku.
I went last night to a poetry reading. I learned a couple of things:
1. I feel like I've lost touch with my creative writing self. I guess that's to be expected. All of the poets read from their own works, all from published books that you can go buy at Powell's right now. Still, it made me long for my wordsmithing days.
2.I never knew until yesterday that there's a specific format to an ode. I don't know what it is but I'm pretty sure this is not it.
So I'll go back to my bars, my temples and my massage parlors*, the queens we use would not excite you, etc. Etc.
Humbly, but hardly, yours,
Paul
*the song is from 1984. You figure it out.
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One night in Portland?
You have ever had the soul of a poet, beast. It was only the pesky writing that got in your way.
And now I've even been to Iceland.
BTW, all that writing we (Mandy) did in high school is now all over the internet called "fan fiction." We were so ahead of our time!