Haiku Marathon
By Gordon Mei
July 20, 2003, age 17

Give it all, I would,
To taste my childhood again
Just one more chance, please.

New and exotic
My life abroad may have been.
But nothing beats home.

Hollywood’s at fault
For teaching us crazy love,
Ideals of romance.

Dream I do often
Of idols who sing and dance
I yearn to follow.

Love for urban dance
Stops nowhere near break dancing
I’d like to sea walk.

I hear one plus one.
But dreams make me Superman.
And I fly away.

Waiting in line makes
My mind take me to Spain, Guam.
Morocco and Chad.

Ay, cranberry juice
Cannot stand the aftertaste
Make sister drink it.

That is my name too!
Actually not really.
Oh. Oh. Um. Bye then.

Tommy, what to do?
You choose. No you choose. You choose.
Day end. We’ve done nil.

She made us all think
That boogers was spelled boogars
A decade of flaws.