Lately my mind has been wandering to the world of haiku thanks to my Pootry class. During Literary Publication yesterday I found myself creating a haiku around a line from Spongebob. As I jotted down the 5-7-5, we were discussing the concept of Electronic Literature and the idea of the Twitter Story. My haiku inspired such a story, but since I have no Twitter account and have no desire to create one, I figured I would share on here.
I have come upon
blue applesauce in the fridge.
Pause before the trash.
Scrubbing the fridge is such a bore chore. Until you find the treasure; radioactive poison treasure. I catch myself in paused contemplation, dreaming of birds dropping off the trees in summer, succumbing to the spores of the blue applesauce. I let the death and power fall to the big black bag and turn back. The gaping shine of the fridge stares me down. Take a deep breath, the sauce has left behind its stink.