Rhymin' and Stealin'

Eileen Tabios's post on poetry-book stealing conjured up good times and bad times (you know I had my share) and inspired a couple of quick-sketch stories of my own—in the form she invented, the hay(na)ku.

The First

Took
Jim Morrison's
Wilderness from Waldenbooks.

Snuck
it home
and buried it

like
vodka in
my bottom drawer,

read
it only 
when nobody in

my
family was
around to see.


The Coup

Mailed
The Poetics
of Indeterminacy to

myself
from the
big pig “Pen”

I
was working
in back then

when
that whole
Lewinsky thing exploded.