haiku machine

not the greatest excuse as to why have you not been blogging:
i have no access
to the internet at my
sweet new apartment.

last week's creative writing homework:
i was asked to write
some haikus on the topic
of anything gay.

(so here we go)

untitled:
like attracts like like
a bright satellite bent at
the orbit, yearning.

the iron in my blood:
your hand on my neck
makes me feel like molasses.
lick me off the floor.

locks hold keys, dust hides change:
oh elegant queen,
you glitter like diamonds with
5 o'clock shadows.

driveways to homes i've lived in:
before i went femme,
gravel crunching high heeled shoes,
i was a tomboy.

you steady yourself as you walk past me on the bus:
face pressed against chest
oh my, i can see you slip
you hand in my purse.

the reason:
if yr wondering
why how the awesome haircut
it's because i'm gay.

haiku for you.

it has a delay

of about, oh, I don't know,

3 m - oops, there it goes.

if it takes more than 5 minutes to think of a title, it's probs time to go to sleep

I have been absurdly derelict in my blogging.
and all I have to show for it is this:

the other morning, while covering a shift for my outs of town partner, I vacuumed up off the bar balcony floor, a MENTOS. my initial surprise at the ferocity of the vacuum to choke down a sizable piece of candy quickly gave way to elemental awe as the fresh smell of warm mint wafted up towards my still sleepy face. this made the chore quite pleasant for a few minutes. until the point at which I vacuumed up some 12 hours ago delectable now stale french fries.