Cynical?Most forms of poetry did arise with a purpose, and I would assume that haiku's is inevitably tied to its culture. As far as form goes, though, you can really trash a poetic style's purpose and still fit the form/rules. It's like a weird form of cynicism.To the averageTeenage boy of discerningTaste and good breedingGentle breezes areNot as interesting asA pinup posterSee what I mean?
Go Go Get Over ItI may not stroll on catwalksBut I am a model of practical forgettingPutting in a drawer the pictures of youThat I never drew or tookSo very careful not to dwellOn what anyone could meanThe door is locked and barredA pointless fortress with no visitorsIt's too hardThere's not a chanceBeen thereDone thatBut I still notice when you wear aRed T-shirtIt isn't youAnd sure as hellIt's not meIn this scenario of ifs and butsSomething's gotta giveBut it just doesn't takeI'm not waiting for youTo take off that stupid red shirtHeaven knows I wish I wanted someone to
Mommy and Daddy Are TalkingEpisode 3:Celesse VandenbergheThanks to the never-complaining, never-tired efforts of one Zane Barrett Dixon, the apartment was only a mess when he had finals. As the graveyard-shifting girlfriend, Celesse Vandenberghe could only contributed to the mostly nonexistment mess. On good days, usually ones that included a guaranteed night off, she did laundry, dishes, and windows, all the things that Zane hated. It was as close to marriage as he was going to get from her for the time being.She finished folding the spare sheets and set them on top of the pile that belonged in the hall closet. It had been a quiet day, just like the last two days before it. The days were always quiet when Jeremy went missing. However, that was only because Wes exhausted himself working every hour of daylight. It was the evenings that were insane and frightening. The thought made her feel guilty, but Celesse had