Udder Failure update.

I am quite enjoying my attempt to throw 5 and 7s at all that i can write on and in. I have noticed the following:

a) do not write while tired, aka when i've been staying up late
b) do not try to write about lofty ideas, the more successful pieces are more sporadic
c) do not limit oneself to the basic haiku ideology. its stifling
d) do try achieve some kind of non-narrative quality in the "switch" line
f) do have fun

I wouldn't say I'm churning through. But it is strange that alot of the pieces are turning out to be tanka.

indirect

Udder Failure: 1,000 Haiku/Tanka by an unrepresented lactose-intolerance Art Historian.

old clothes, winter

It is a small hole,
desire of something new,
the sweater is warm,
billowy arms room for more,
faded fibers still look good.

Au premiere moment

It sees wandering,
overcast subservience.
Hot winter rain cloud
sprinkle a dram of fearful,
to drink from a pool of now.

icky

sleepless nights worthy,

GIANT personality,

redeemable words,

so we bake without harming,

and kissing we see later.

Grr.

Half closed eyes point now,

Towards floor-cracks and shadows,

Small hiding places,

Childhood demons waiting,

Imaginary figments.

For pops.

Invisible time,
Propulsion of soulful dreams,
Leads to this solution,
Human marks on human things,
Pretending to be godly.

Yule.

This time is jaundice,
not playful joy-filled winter,
calamity here!
under strict rules of illogic,
I enjoy the smell of trees.