I wrote this in an ENGL 231 lecture: (so...2001)
Rupert Brooke Haiku
Known to write poems
of ill repute. He dies
at a good moment.
It's still like the best haiku I've ever written I think.
here's a poem I wrote in a dream (well, the first two stanzas, the rest I wrote on waking):
The truth about spagetti
is that it hangs from your mouth
like the worm from the beak
of the blackbird on the dewy
lawn of the early coffeebird morning.
Children can throw spagetti
like that devil-child on the
television ad, or they slurp it
into their mouths with a messy,
albeit effective suck-ship technique action.
Spagetti makes a nest in your
bowl and is too slippery for a fork,
it requires winding and fast
relexes. People can commit crimes
with spagetti, like putting it on pizza
or cold in a sandwich.
Thr truth about spagetti is that
is it too difficult and undignified
but very easy to cook and
sometimes comes with good sausages.