Sunday, March 22, 2009haiku_larry

Baloney Hi-Coos And Faux Cues Number 175

– For Analept

Category: Dreams and the Supernatural

Do you remember

That explosion

In the middle of the night?

It woke us up

We looked at each other

Neither of us knew

If we were dreaming

About the same explosion

Or that an explosion

Woke us from the same dream

We looked at each other

For inspiration

To figure it out

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Baloney Hi-Coos And Faux Cues Number 174

Category: Religion and Philosophy

I am excited

By my limitations

For example

I’ll have a great idea

And I’ll write it down

And 5 years from now

I’ll read it

And I’ll think it sucked

But I’ll also shake my head

And think about how lucky I am

That I stay excited

By my limitations

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Baloney Hi-Coos And Faux Cues Number 173

Category: School, College, Greek

Oh, i’ve met some women in my time

where orgasm was another bland thing to do…

i don’t think it was me

Because I know I excited other women

But maybe it was the way they took me in

Or the way they didn’t

This one french girl in particular

Her name was Poon

I met hitchhiking in the Grand Canyon

We spent a day hiking

And then a night fucking

I know she orgasmed

Because she told me so

The next day we switchbacked

Out the Canyon

She refused to wear her shirt

Man, those boyscouts were excited

Je ne sais quoi

Wednesday, March 04, 2009

Baloney Hi-Coos And Faux Cues Number 172

Category: Games

It’s a world of difference

Even though it’s a made up world..

We both wear logo’s on our hats

Both have the same initials of a town

One is for The New York Yankees

And one is for the New York Mets

We will never see eye to eye

Just like the way logo’s are slightly different

And I was raised a Yankee

Coming out of the Bronx

And when we moved to Flushing

I gradually became a Met fan

And I am seen as some turncoat

On a Civil War battlefield

And I am

I didn’t like the rich Yankee

And he didn’t like my blue collar

But in the end we are brothers

Hated by most everybody else

Just for being New Yorkers

Copyright 2009 - Larry Fisher