haiku

whilst sailing from krabi to ko phi phi, i met a self-proclaimed poet, a very intelligent man who orated on numerous subjects displaying a profound intellect far superior to that of most people you encounter on boats where the destination is an island known for partying. though he was a very interesting character, i found his poetry, like almost all other poetry i've encountered in my brief existence, to be boring and pretentious.

however, listening to him prattle on did get my own poetic juices flowing. in haiku form*, at least.

i am so sick of rice,
as a meal and as a side.
next year: italy.

take that, wordsworth.

-sg

*the thinking man's poem.