So you know I hate those "gift books" that are not books, but actually just chacki knicks knacks or things to place in the bathroom for humorous toilet reading, but today I found the mother of all "humor" books. It's "HIPSTER HAIKU" by Siobhan Adcock. The georgously ironic self referential wit warmed the cockles of my de-Brooklyned heart, and I'd like, in the coming weeks, to post some dedicated to special folks. But here's a couple to get us going.
Hipster Haiku by Siobhan Adcock
Sends a very clear message
Which is: "I'm new here"
After my fifth year
Didn't sound punk rock
And last for now, a personal fave dedicated to KIM HAMLIN:
Like the Minotaur it lurks
In darkness to kill
Syringa vulgaris “Victor Lemoine”
6 days ago