Maybe you know... My mother is a poet, I like poetry, I read poetry, I listen to poetry... But I don't write poetry... Maybe there's a good reason for that...
Last night I tried haiku... Not strict haiku, but free-form... In the new-skool Melbourne tradition of Myron Lysenko... I hope!
Anyways, here goes:
Neon crucifix
Many beacons on the hill
Welcome to Korea
4 comments:
i like.
:) Thanks darling...
Had the same ob la di fun today... They have the lyrics ! translated ! now !
by the by, why have you stopped linking that hot photo of charlie red? i need a bit more harness in my day...
i was going to try to answer you in a haiku but my mind is fried. i can do drinks on friday. lets hammer out the d-tails.
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