Friday, September 21, 2007

Mets Haiku

Middle of the Ninth:

Lasting, sublime joy
Sun shines brightly, children laugh
Triple happiness




End of the Tenth:

Enveloped by rage
Darkness, pitch black ugliness
Foul, cockroach droppings

2 comments:

Open Bar said...

Why even go on?
Joy is fleeting, pain lingers
Won't you please kill me?

ChuckJerry said...

defeat is at hand
alas, I know you, my friend
thy name is Mota