some kind of sense

eating hard boiled eggs
reading good poetry too
makes some kind of sense

I eye

I eye you he said
sat smiling strangely at me
i poked his eye out

prophylactic

prophylactic sense
stretch it over your head now
guards against ideas

haiku like you

it is very short
you say you're not a midget
i am not convinced

the fall haiku

the fall's mark e smith
he spouts scathing invective
scattershot mind-bomb

the jam haiku

weller and foxton
dig the new breed, setting sons
shoot eton rifles

jesus and the marychain haiku

darklands to munki
the jesus and mary chain boil
it into darkness