afternoon haiku

[solipsistnation]

Warning: It was an extra-grody day today for me and asdfjlk and a certain ex-co-worker-and-kinda-classmate fellow



rancid butter and mayo shake / stomach churns at foul dairy / epicac of doom

caz:

what is that odor
tangy, funky, delicious
mmm, bad clams again

This inspired mine:

o greasy handfuls
my stomach welcomes the weight
of rancid seafood

first, read this news story. eeew. poor kid.

and now, an ode (mine):

a morning surprise
friends escape into the sky
flies in my penis

...to which Caz said: "it used to be said that every haiku should end in 'still, i am erect', but I think i've found a new king."

I continued:

balls full of larvae
insects swarm in my undies
flies in my penis

Caz:

swelled cans in dumpster
some still, some hiss and groan
perfectly good meal

Me:

swollen can of beans
a promise of sweet disease
do I dare indulge?

Caz:

very dizzy head
gastrointestinal noise
won't be fooled again

Me:

bauhaus in my ears
co-worker whining at Word
she can kiss my butt

Caz and the dreaded beef logs:

must fight the urges
beef logs sit teasing, sexy
"say, come here often?"

Me:

"say, come here often?"
my hand dives downward and pumps
"not quite yet," I say

Me again (I dunno about this one):

so full and squishy
I clench and savor the smell
cheese crammed up my ass

depeche mode single
twelve-year-old girls swoon in droves
martin gore gets some

Caz> bzzt. martin gore NEVER gets any

And finally:

flies in my penis
furious wanking ensues
sure it hurts, but heck


Anyway.

livejournal posting
global disgust soon follows
I am de-friended