twiku

Hey peeps, if you're interested in my wordiness it might be worth following me on twitter. I often chuck up quick three line psuedo-haiku there. They probably don't count as proper poetry, but I rather like them.

Here's a few:

On stage he straddles his double bass
rooting like a bull.
Jazz musicians have more fun.


Winter tramstop, dawn-long wait.
Harmonica prancing in my palm
will blow the fog away.


Skating at night
I see tuxedoed men
and a boy who smiles like Grandad.


City lights claw the Yarra.
Were they calmer
before Crown?


Roadworks in heavy rain
and heavy yellow raincoats.
Steam rises from hot tar.


Business district, 5pm
a tubby woman in tubby heels
strikes the starter pedal,
becomes a dolphin.


Easter night walk home
work pants filled with dead battries.
Cars pass, candle bright.

© Laura Smith 2011