The 39 Steps

spies, lies, thrills, chases
innocent man, icy blonde
where's the crop-duster?

The Seven Samurai

rains pour the skies weep
seven men magnificent
bleeding for justice

The Wicked Witch of the West's Woe, a Lament

being liquefied
I can stand, but must I be
alliterative?


Yes, that haiku included genre-mixing and a Shakespearean title, which may lead you to believe I'm procrastinating, but I'm actually doing too many things at once. Why must I multi-task, why? (A purely rhetorical question. Feel free to ignore it.)

The Giraffe's Lament

lofty, towering
but of little consequence
when I need a scarf