golly, will I EVER stop writing haiku? (hope not) unless it's automatic writing inspired by SATAN...

[Guest guest]

Hi Gang,

 

Sand slips through my hand

Oh, my fingers are open

How will my heart be?

 

How will it be here,

In this world of mad delight?

Or fear; take your pick.

 

I think that's just it.

It's a choice we can make now.

Choose here and now, dear!

 

 

Choose before I cave.

I'm an entrepeneur

Mark the Bark, Dave Cave (this is a reference to my brother, whom I fear

may be dead. ah well, I love him no matter what.)

 

He did and I am (cave and barking of course. You don't need these

notes do you?)

Wake up!!! the world is on fire

We need your tears, friends.

 

I asked if ocean

was made of our hard won tears

WOW, I WAS ANSWERED (hey, is "answered" two syllables? I claim it is.)

 

No, but the fire needs them

More than aids or even

diabetes and gout.

 

I need your tears to put the fire out.

 

Love, (I'm pretty sure... Mark)