10 April 2009

Haiku 100

Crawling hours, wasted
Dust floating past the clock hands
Who can tell the time


We build false idols
Hoping vainly to be struck
Down by vengeful Truth


The lost days slip by --
Friend, get drunk, read poetry,
Stagger home at dawn


vicmarcam said...

The first one is like the kind of logic puzzles I love and you don't. But I love how the word wasted refers to both the hours and the dust, and how I'm left wondering what or who does not know the time because it could fit many things.
See, you've taught the microbiology major a thing or two!

Patrick J. Vaz said...

I changed the last line after our discussion. It was driving me crazy. That's not a long drive, either.