I was excited
To write a haiku but was
weak and could not count.
The pure Japanese
Wrote tranquil haikus on scroll;
as did Trey Parker.
Slant of winter light,
E-mail titled “Bukowski”,
with fatuous parted lips.
The bytes do bite hard,
Type writers massage, then you
click, byte marks are gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
these thins happen all gone like hope for fame a fine poem