About last night (A Haiku)

[No one]

Shitty poetery
Some blessings are in disguise
Accidentally

[MarcusA]

Some poems just make you ill.
Some deliberately,
Some accidentally.

[MarcusA]

Poetry is having something to do.

[MarcusA]

Reading gives me something to do.

[MarcusA]

The light bulb glowing on
leads to the toilet.

As Jack Kerouac said, roughly,
Moonlight follows our path
whether the same or different.

[MarcusA]

Will I ever write proper? Probably not.

[MarcusA]

Brevity burns with the light
of mindless dribbling idiots aflame.

[MarcusA]

On creativity,
puritans of plastic
choking the seas.

[MarcusA]

Plastic poetry is artificial,
pure artifice out of orifices.

[MarcusA]

Snot, Shit, Vomit.
It is all the same
in the mix.

[MarcusA]

About last night,
I remember nothing of
my dreams - that's good.

[MarcusA]

Here is a haiku.
It is not much of anything,
it goes nowhere.

[MarcusA]

About last night,
a poem came into my head
and was gone.

[MarcusA]

Haiku is the capturing
of a verse in flight.

[MarcusA]

Haiku is real, real magic.