"attack of a dozen haikus"

in 5-7-5 form. some attempts at haiku

I

his 12-string guitar
taught me how to sing, coo love
my 6-string, to shout




II.

in february
baby made up some nicknames
the girl can talk now

miss shell is "mushy"
ari is called "big kitty"
lulu is "fluffy"

daddy is "isaak"
all pumpkins are commies (aww)
mommy is "honey"




III.

the whiskey was hot
sisters gagged and spat up smoke
i giggled, drank more

laughing my a*s off
the indecent cdj
plays sly, marvin gaye

vicious jealousy
his last attempt for pity
leaves me cold, but vexed

yeah, she sooooo hates me
not 'cause i'm brown or cute, but
cause i'm brown AND cute

he snatches my hands
asks me for my mistletoe
it's now somewhere else




IV.

warmth, soft-spoken voice
the yawns come out, regardless
verbal lullabies

yes, i am afraid
the scared girl in me forecasts
"confidence blurry"

kiss me lovely as
our holiday dissipates
my head spins, mouth moans