Human, Dark, Humorous

Life and relationships and senryū feed on the foibles Fate throws our way, turn them into a short poem afire (where I speak and you are subject to my ink), prose and verse glimpsing into living with deliciously dark wit and well camouflaged sensual fibs.

you lie well,
but I kick in bed
much better

 

the wee notes…
– a friend (I’m sure) challenged me to write a love poem that glimpses into what haibun and senryū are (in 15 minutes). You’ve just read my first (and likely last) attempt. It was fun, in a mad oh-my-freaking-gods! sort of way.
– linking it to Hedgewitch’s Friday 55 and Poets United.

“Glamour Puss”, by Shelle Kennedy

A Hugely Important Memo to Mrs. Gilson’s Day Nursery School Staff

Secretaries must wear stockings in flesh tones that please a gentleman of wealth. Ladies will dress in leather pantsuits, accessorized with inner-thigh holsters. Men will carry an assault rifle and their gods-given handgun (one for teaching, one for fun).

fresh news and old jokes
yell to all, “We aren’t equal!”
but the world sees naught

 

the wee notes…
– I was enjoying My Crowd: The Original Addams Family and Other Ghoulish Creatures, in an effort to convince my brain that all the changes in the weather aren’t hell on our sexy flesh and bones, when I ran into the cartoon above, and thought, Unholy crap clowns riding a sickly orange Segway! Charles Addams could draw the damned future. Then, this slightly disturbing haibun was born.
– linked to Hedgewitch’s Friday 55 and Poets United.