series of college haiku

sing, o, brown bottle!
of the beer that awaits me,
of good times ahead.


refrigerator,
hold your ice away from me.
keep you cold, not me.


something worth writing
isn't anything at all--
it's all in your head.


hi, brown typewriter.
sit with your ink-strip waiting.
i'm almost ready.


darkness is outside
just beyond your window-pane.
let it creep inside.


hating this classroom
is about all i can do
unless i just leave.


ginsberg told the truth.
the man IS america,
but aren't we all?


perfect squares are dull.
numbers have become old dogs.
words can save us all.


a study in queens,
informal, scientific,
of how the wind blows.


a puddle of strings
sprinkled by piano keys
drooping from a cloud.


i'm in the shower
getting shampoo in my eyes
and rinsing it out.