My question is: why you?
I'm doing a reading tomorrow, at a comic book store in Worcester. Which should RAWK. But, I promised I'd participate in a comic-book haiku deathmatch. OK, I pretty much instigated the comic-book haiku deathmatch. And now it's been widely advertised, so I have to come through. Pretty sure I can carry it on twenty, but I'd prefer to go in with around fifty.
Siren splits the night
symbol forms against the sky
Bruce! Get in the SUIT!
Bruce! Get in the SUIT!
Snerk.
Here's one for Plei and Shrift:
Nightwing. Arsenal.
A constant always present:
They SO want each other.
...first time here... and I find...
Comic-book haiku.
Yep, this is the right place.
With great power comes
Great responsibility.
My costume itches.
BWAHHAHA!
I've just written 44. May write more in the morning. I'll post 'em on my LJ tomorrow, after the reading.
Mary Jane Watson
sees the red and blue webbed spider suit.
She finally knows.
I seriously thought about trying a haiku based on the characters Kavalier and Klay came up with. Escapiste!
No more comic book haiku today. Too tired, and woke up sinusy. Bleh. The fortysomething from yesterday will have to do.
Will also be reading the Andy Warhol poems. Tried to finish a new one last night, but it just didn't come. No big. "Warhol Days" and "There is No Word for 'Fear of Culture'" are plenty long enough, and I've got a couple appropriate older pieces to throw in.