Sitting on commode
i listen to the man next;
silence but the smell!
Yellow shoes she bought
as she knows my aim is weak
now no one sees it
toilet paper rolls
as i count the syllables
for toilet haiku
A pair of chopstick
is all i have to pick up
my last hundred won
the air is foreign
so i remember Kaiku
as home got nothing
Wa
WaWaWaWaWaWaWa......
About Me
- Ronid Aka Akhu
- Nights we know are dark/ Days we have survived are bloody/ and how can you ask me not to drink/ Air we breathe stinks/ food we eat rot in our mouth/ and how can you ask me not to smell her bosom
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