Sunday, October 11, 2009


Got up 'bout noon,
day off, on a fryday

Smelt the fish
cookin in the fat

Why have coffee?
So I had the decapitated

Just for the smell of it,
the creamy arf & arf

But I felt like my head
was a foot above my neck

Wrote haiku parodies
for the contest in the paper

Then another & another,
can't do just one

They're like the chips, salty
fresh from the deep-fry basket

I was on the tip top pinochle of excess
I was in the chips, also in the smelt

And on the net

"Confusionisms" appeared as a comment in the Schott's
weblog of NYTIMES.COM on October 9, 2009.

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