Junior Year of College Almost Broke Me (a series of haikus)

Like Lotus flower

The best of us rise from mud

Darks root, bright futures

 

So many craft plans

Amazon delivers all

Never leaving home

 

December monsoon

I have always been a fan

Of rain, over snow

 

Family party

There is some blood on the floor

But its not over…

 

nothing left to write

I should use the longest night

maybe, to sleep some

 

Fight me physically.

I just don’t care anymore

Internal screaming.

 

Metaphysical

Poets, you draw my ire

Please fuck off Melvin (haikus pt 2)

 

We all know that most

Of your trite conceits are on

Your grumpy loves

 

Rambler number four

Is the best thing that happened

To English writers

 

I have yet to drown

Like those puppies of London

But I would like to.

 

No Pope I don’t think

About my place with God oft’

Wine would be nice though.

 

I have been singing

About grammar diagrams

To the cats. Kill me

 

And so this is it

I’m going to die here like this

With Part B of the Norton English Anthology being used as lumbar support

 

you are an adult

when your greatest joy in weeks

is new underwear

 

You’ve become cliche

and what could you really gain

if you are the (best?)