Whistling through wheat
fields, taste a box clam dinner—
mmm, hungry for pie.
(TIME: 1')
posted by Haiku Harry, The Kamikaze Contributor at 7:19 PM
Monday, March 13, 2006
Whistling through wheat
fields, taste a box clam dinner—
mmm, hungry for pie.
(TIME: 1')
Impromptu Haiku's mission is simple:
to wrecklessly create a loose and senseless
haiku in under three minutes for (semi) daily
publication. As the founding contributor, Haiku
Harry's infamous "Kamikaze Haiku Technique"
(KHT) leaves tradition, skill, and intelligence
sucking the rubber from his literary skidmarks,
as he races to complete each tiny masterpiece in
total disregard to his health, conventional forms,
and good sense or taste.
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