Leezer

humanoid or not

i doubt her jeans would fit me

she, made of drift wood

there is nothing that

seventeen syllables add

this speaks for itself

you are but a tart

plastic japanese gewgaw

i, true goddess flesh

film score composer 

Kotch, Three Men and a Baby

you’re a sexy beast

why am i compelled

to touch it just to make sure

it is really on?

panties omitted

no harm done because the 

carpet matches drapes

There was once a blog called Postcards from Somewhere that featured a daily haiku.   The author of the daily haiku grew weary of the five/seven/five-syllable prison and wished to escape the daily grind of shoving otherwise profound thoughts and ideas into such a rigid pentameter.  So she quit.  Since then, many have requested the return of the Daily Haiku. 

So I give you the Resurrected Daily Haiku.  Please keep in mind that there are other Daily Haikus that need some love; Jacob, who writes A Haiku For No One would appreciate a shout out every now and again.   Following is the first of what I hope are days and days of rich and melodic prose:

June 6, 2007

a brilliant design

the vagina is like a

self-cleaning oven.