Wednesday, June 8, 2011

bad humpday haiku


I.

sweltering midweek
classroom, grumbling students...worked,
laughed, learned. ah, heat wave.


II.

the heat waves off you
like the desperation that
i wish i could cure.


III.

cured ham. delish, and
not political, i swear,
dude. just lunch. it's hot.


IV.

hot. hot hot hot hot
hot. sweat. "frag." "comma splice." sweat.
"thesis?" sweat. sigh. beer.

4 comments:

  1. The Contemplative CynicJune 9, 2011 at 12:06 AM

    Oh, Greta! I wish you could make a living by writing poetry!

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  2. The Contemplative CynicJune 9, 2011 at 12:10 AM

    And I meant that in a positive way bc I do so LOVE your pretty, pretty words. that flow so well on paper. that I have to grade in the form of final exam. that will no doubt suck. the life out of me.

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  3. Irritated IsisJune 9, 2011 at 11:59 AM

    Dear Cynic, didn't
    you hear that Gretta replies
    should also be verse?

    my week. start of term
    no steady job, need tutees
    Cue heatwave blizzard.


    committee meeting:
    Can we make the snowflakes learn?
    Let's ask the keeners!

    Hired to support
    Need to create good worksheets
    What is good? Who knows?

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  4. The Contemplative CynicJune 9, 2011 at 2:18 PM

    That WAS my version of verse. :p

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