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I believe haiku can be the literary equivalent of a disposable pop song: fleeting, ephemeral, yet capable of leaving a shit-eating grin on one's face, under the right circumstances. The 5/7/5 beat pattern recalls the verse/chorus/verse structure of a radio-friendly hit tune.

So I guess this will be my personal "singles club"; a random assortment of poems in haiku meter. Typical subject matter includes (but is not limited to): superheroes, pulp adventure, intellectual wankery, geekiness, trans-cultural identity, and globalization.

Paolo Cruz
» Tuesday, August 4th
« text | 4:16 pm »

Remix the Dragon

A global icon
of raw Asian tough-guy pride:
Calm. Smart. But chaste. SUCK.



Written in response to a challenge by gravecarriage:

Histo LT#1 Bonus: Write a haiku about either
a) Bruce Lee OR b) Zebra/Giraffe forbidden love.

» Monday, August 3rd
« photo | 9:22 pm »
Gojira vector art by Brian Blankenship

The Dubious Contrition of a Monster Spurned

I felt lonely and hurt,so I tore up Osaka.Rage Management: FAIL

Gojira vector art by Brian Blankenship



The Dubious Contrition of a Monster Spurned

I felt lonely and hurt,
so I tore up Osaka.
Rage Management: FAIL

« text | 8:41 pm »

First Person Shooter

Small-town Unreal champ,
deployed to Baghdad’s “Red Zone”.
BANG! It’s all too real.

» Monday, July 27th
« audio | 5:41 pm »
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

The Metasciences - “Four Color Love Story”

Uberman vs. The Galaxy of Failed Romances

Our lunch date, cancelled…
By a multiversal rift!
In our next lives, then?

« photo | 4:58 pm »
Elegy for Weng Weng (or fuckyeahagent00)

One pint-sized agentTakes on danger, face to crotch…For Your Height Only!

Elegy for Weng Weng (or fuckyeahagent00)

One pint-sized agent
Takes on danger, face to crotch…
For Your Height Only!

« text | 12:14 am »

Frat Boy, Unfulfilled (or Date Rape FAIL)

The bitch is hyper!
It was sugar, not roofies…
That dealer fooled me.

» Wednesday, July 15th
« text | 9:25 am »

:: via zombiesvaderandthings

Zombie Haiku by Sylvia Plath

From head to black shoe,
daddy, I had to eat you
because I’m starving.

Hee!

« text | 9:17 am »

Kommander Asp Has A Bad Day

Scoressss of dead henchmen…
My Sssecret Base in ruinssss…
I’LL GET YOU NEXT TIME!

» Wednesday, July 8th
« text | 2:32 am »

Tex-Mex Dinner Aftermath

Spidey sense tingling.
Stomach acids flow with rage.
Hope the stall is clean!

» Monday, June 1st
« text | 10:00 am »

Exclusive School Massacre

Section A misfits
Blow away the Honors class.
Blame WarCraft and Tool.

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