Tuesday, August 30, 2011

bad academic haiku


temperatures rise.
nothing in nature is coincidental,
and summer lingers like your only lover
who knew the value of right there:
ah, there is verse here
all day, happiness as unexpected
as summer's redux.

6 comments:

  1. For the students:

    ...Stick `em all
    in a fuuuuuuuuu
    cking
    LAAABOR CAMP!

    (whum, whump)

    LABOR CAMP
    (wham wham)
    LABOR CAMP
    (wham wham)
    LABOR CAMP
    (wham wham)

    Work em' to
    Death
    And
    Grind their
    bones to paste
    IN

    LABOR CAMP!
    (wham wham)
    [infinitum]

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  2. Your stance
    Your face
    The breathing mouth
    Like an augur I read them

    All the grades I can
    Possibly give you are now
    On the keys below my left hand

    And yet I sense already
    Though grades are four months away
    That yours is under my index finger

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  3. I cannot tell you how happy you two have made me this morning. More verse!

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  4. Strellie, are you really just Thomas Pynchon in disguise?
    If so, we have kazoos.

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  5. I want to get a bumper sticker and/or t shirt that says Protected by Strelnikov.

    O Greta, I love your verse and its ability to soothe the savage beasts.

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  6. "Strellie, are you really just Thomas Pynchon in disguise?
    If so, we have kazoos."

    No, I am not the great genius/basement dweller of 20th century American literature.

    I often wonder if Froedrick Frankenstein is/was....I hope his project to launch Bubbles the chimp from a homebrewed rocket works out; our space programs have too many fried monkeys, dead dogs, and escaped Nazis (I'm eyeing you Werner!) for my taste.

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