Marmite, or as I call it, Black Bile
Eleven haiku
Y’all are not my friends
My lipstick is all fucked up
None of y’all told me
I learnt how to say
I am a worm-maggot, but
Polite, Korean
I hate Kerouac
Said the garbage artivist
Except that one thing
He said re. haiku
All that five seven five shit—
Unnecessary
It can just be like
A little chunk of poem
You know, a nugget
American nug-
get, I said, thinking chicken
Dinosaur meme1
Despite my fine words
I ate the hand-baked friend-bread
Thinking it dumpstered2
Chicken nugget words
Plastered in the night, city
Becomes a cave wall
I dreamed disco-ball
Light-drops falling on my face
Lemon, Sasha, me
On the street corner
Outside the Army Surplus
This parting tableau
I will take a knee
Said Garbage Maggot-Worm to
McGillicuddy
This haiku series was inspired by meeting Kalan Sherrard.
Garbagefest Wellington is happening this Thursday 23rd November3 at Glover Park from 2 p.m.
TOMORROW, y’all
Despite careful syllable-counting there is one missing syllable. Think of it as the purposeful flaw in the Persian rug