Haiku for the Dead Canto X
From crispyneurons
Translated by John Sphere and Jason Strain
Canto I | Canto II | Canto III | Canto IV | Canto V | Canto VI | Canto VII | Canto VIII | Canto IX | Canto X | Canto XI | Canto XII | Canto XIII | Canto XIV | Canto XV | Canto XVI | Canto XVII | Canto XVIII | Canto XIX | Canto XX | Canto XXI | Canto XXII | Canto XXIII
[edit] Canto X
Stepping on the painful, I
Vault my left leg, only to discern
My right is heft yon.
The cold wind
Buffets
The motley Hebrew.
Birds are not little w's.
Clouds don't look like turds.
At least Mrs. Watson has nice legs.
Thursday night.
Meatloaf.
As it is, was, and shall ever be.
Happily they weal
Their loved ones
To windward.
I'm sick of playing Civilizations.
Sid Meier is a fool.
If only the barbarians would go away.
O tremendous fish
A bready surface
Beep, you are done.
Hair.
Three phone books.
Eternal joy awaits.
Cephalic panegyric.
Use me, or lose me.
For tonight I am young.
Ah, the box of plenty.
The card is inserted,
My happiness comes out.
