finals week: a collection of haiku written by yours truly at 2:23:13 in the morning.

(1)

it is two a.m.

haven't spoken to a soul

since this afternoon.

(2)

living on candy

and frozen burritos from

my local walgreens.

(3)

my mind is not here.

it's getting its passport stamped.

business or pleasure?

(4)

at this point, all i

want to do is examine

my eyelids. bed time.

(5)

this is the last one.

i am not very good at

writing poetry.

(6)

just kidding. i lied.

i will write one more haiku.

this is it. the end.