headline haiku

Many a sly aside
has been clattered quietly out
on a computer keyboard.
And flame-wars waged with
ergonomic, wrist-cushioning comfort
But for real anger, you need a typewriter.

The permanence of ink pounded into
bleached tree pulp, acid free
The stabbing of the fingers at levered keys,
launching steel catapaults of text that strike
a ribbon, hammer striking ink,
launching paper bullet.

Writing by hand takes too long
to sustain the passion
The typewriter is its own war drum
The rhythm keeps the vitriol fresh
Until the paper runs out. Or is pulled out,
and balled, and tossed into a wastebasket
to be forgotten or in haste posted
like a fire-and-forget missile
striking long after the anger has cooled.

The president spoke/but children could not listen/’cuz Glenn Beck said so.

Dressing in the dark/results in a monochrome/brown, brown and more brown.

@Danny_DeVito ’s/ shirtless twitter profile pic: / goodbye, appetite.

Awww, poor lobbyists
the recession has hit them.
Cut the price of votes!

It’s been 40 years/since Shaggy first called Scooby./Can he please stop now?

Based on a phone call
the German colonel ordered
special delivery

The 500 pound
bomb blew up the tanker truck
and burned a hundred

The informant gave
new meaning to “reach out and
touch someone”, I think.

Labor Day weekend-
we waited all summer long
to drink to its end.

The rest of the world
celebrates labor May 1
but that’s socialist.

Vacationless, we
who labor precarious
toss beer cans for points

Summer of oh-nine
may you fade in memory
when good times return

“Green Jobs” czar resigns
Republicans called him “red”;
Jones had STORM-y past.

Jones had said that Bush
knew 9/11 would come
and let it happen.

That’s just crazy talk.
What kind of politician
would say stuff like that?

Senator McCain
on jobless rate , bonuses:
“What’s wrong with picture?”

Incredulity
is like Claude Rains’ Renault, shocked
at gambling at Rick’s