Post party haiku

September 16th, 2007 by Atomictumor

We had a good time
Partyin at the deli
We closed the place down

Wastin sunny days
Laying on couch together
So old and so new

She puts up with lots
I run either hot or cold
Stuck in past/future

Now gets avoided
Cuz thats how I used to roll
Survival mode, yah?

My moods change like tides
That don’t have a handy chart
Confusing sailors

And sailors get pissed
Those bastards will get piss drunk
Beat you half to death

Vicious folk, sailors
Least thats what I understand
Don’t know none, myself

On pretty Sunday
Kids gone, her locked in my arms
The new feels so good

On ugly Monday
I run round ragged and stressed
I don’t feel the new

I get down, people
I don’t let anyone in
When they do belong

Grant me strength, spirit
Please don’t let me run aground
When I’m so happy

7 Responses to “Post party haiku”



  1. Allisone Says:

    You’ve come a long way
    in just this last year my friend.
    Don’t judge yourself harshly.

  2. Suzanne Says:

    Missed the party, bro
    In Knoxville, but didn’t make it
    to your fun shindig

    Reading a good book;
    “Mating in Captivity”
    about love and life

    The balance is hard
    for everyone, not just you
    Have to risk to love

    Try to remember
    she’s on your side, you’re on hers
    it will be okay

  3. Jane Says:

    uncharted waters
    not easy to navigate
    two–better than one

  4. daco Says:

    Hate to correct you
    You do know one sailor, pal
    We’re not all that bad

    Sorry I missed it
    I am ashamed of myself…
    wondering lately

    what’s more important
    good friends or bad family
    good friends or bad marriage (kiss my ass I know that’s 6 syllables)

    I miss my friends (I know that sucked tooo)

  5. Atomictumor Says:

    Always got friends, dude
    I’d give my eye teeth to help
    Well, not really, still.

  6. wren Says:

    Had fun in Chatt-town
    With a friend who goes way back
    Coolidge Park was packed

    Eleven years now
    Met her at Confirmation
    Weird irony there

    I have three kids now
    She’s not ready for that yet
    Very different paths

  7. Punk HP Says:

    I am a Sailor
    Clinch River Pirate Captain
    Batton Down The hatch