Category Archives: poetry

Haikus Regarding the Game Boy Printer

Winter ’98:

Monica Lewinski blows.

Game Boy Printer, too.

Frosts accost us.

Also, your friend is a dick

Who wastes my stickers.

Small hands tug loose jowls

Fading life will bloom again

Printer paper gone.

More printer paper

Spring foliage grows in new shades

Camera shows four.

Summer ’98:

Earth teems with vital odors

And Game Boy Printers.

Autumn air annuls

Life’s many disappointments.

Not Game Boy Printer.

Years later, still cold.

Yet as color parts I greet

Private parts in green.

Seriously, though, I need some new printer paper. For my art.