first bad haiku for a new semester

I. 

i prick my finger
on the hawthorn tree -- it stings
like these first rough drafts.


II.

o, adminiflake!
your shiny emptiness is
a beacon to none.


III.

o, proffieflake!  thank you
for taking my idea.
the crow steals gold, too.


IV.

autumn's chill:  fleece and
jeans to the meeting?  yes, but --
sadly -- no vodka.