my haiku poems

it's my secret shame—
My love for 70's disco?
Not so ironic...

I'm rolling my eyes
At your Brooklyn Heights brownstone.
iPod: Wolfmother

My blue collar job
paid for these 40s, homeboy!
Sunglasses at night

My hipster girlfriend
Like my Silver Jews albums
Japanese Import

I know Atari
She knows only Nintendo
Generation gap

I have a beer gut
How, then, will I catch her eye?
Indie rock haircut

gb2 wapan