Friday, March 11, 2011

Retro Candy Haiku Friday

It's been a fatiguing week.  I'm suffering from Middle East fatigue, oil price fatigue, celebrity fatigue, commuting fatigue - you name it, I'm kind of burned out on it this week.  I've noticed that it's affected my ability to focus when I'm trying to write, so I guess I'm also suffering from blog fatigue.

Let's not forget that relaxing mind and body with a drink is not an option for me right now.  So instead I wrote some haiku.  They may be pretty mediocre, but on the other hand they're about candy.  If you want, you can send me some retro candy haiku of your own (cbaudelaire@always-drunk.com).  Because bad poetry, like penny candy, is better when it's shared.

Sweet red Swedish fish.
Soft, rubbery nirvana
For just a penny.

Candy raisins. Mmmmmm.
What were they meant to taste like?
No one ever knew.

Flying saucers that
Stuck to the roof of your mouth,
Filled with candy beads.


Wax bottles tasted
Better than the colored stuff
That was inside them.

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