Friday Haiku
the sound of the blender
barely louder than the slurp
through the straw–last drop!
The stuff that comes out a bird's mouth.
Friday Haiku
the sound of the blender
barely louder than the slurp
through the straw–last drop!
it’s like this
an ant colony
a bee hive
a termite mound
a murder of crows
an unkindness of ravens
a colony of vampire bats
a kettle of piranha fish
a graveyard of skeletons
see, shove those into a blender
pulverize on high
and it’s totally the state of mind
that one of us is in
but i won’t say who
i may point when no one is looking