Friday, May 30, 2008

Some More Summer Haiku. "Cool Breeze."

First summer classes
"Do I have to buy the books?"
"I don't like to read."

Listen up, honeys --
My rage is incandescent
Like the sun, it burns.

"How many papers?"
The buzzing whine of students
Like loud cicadas.

A cool breeze beckons.
I channel Wicked Walter.
"Bring on the crazzy."