Ric and I work in a large office.
We both belive it is driving us crazy
To pass the time, and try to retain our souls,
We took a hint from the Movie Fight club
Below (reversed for your ease) is one of many strings of Haikus
-----Original Message-----
From: Richard Sando
Sent: Wednesday, November 03, 1999 8:51 AM
To: Samuel Graber
Subject: Wednesday
Back in this drab place.
Malaise saps mind's life away.
Like a dull cramp's ache.
-----Original Message-----
From: Samuel Graber
Sent: Wednesday, November 03, 1999 8:55 AM
To: Richard Sando
Subject: RE: Wednesday
I'm inside the heart
flowing computer through me
man becomes machine
-----Original Message-----
From: Richard Sando
Sent: Wednesday, November 03, 1999 8:59 AM
To: Samuel Graber
Subject: RE: Wednesday
Mind melds with machine's
steady hum of whirring parts.
too many restarts.
-----Original Message-----
From: Samuel Graber
Sent: Wednesday, November 03, 1999 9:01 AM
To: Richard Sando
Subject: RE: Wednesday
walls not trees nor skies
cube within a cube within
small parts repeated
-----Original Message-----
From: Richard Sando
Sent: Wednesday, November 03, 1999 9:04 AM
To: Samuel Graber
Subject: RE: Wednesday
New barriers are not
seen, heard but felt silently.
Are they closing in?
-----Original Message-----
From: Samuel Graber
Sent: Wednesday, November 03, 1999 9:08 AM
To: Richard Sando
Subject: RE: Wednesday
egregiously
egoless situation
save me from this self
-----Original Message-----
From: Richard Sando
Sent: Wednesday, November 03, 1999 9:38 AM
To: Samuel Graber
Subject: RE: Wednesday
Calls and no answers.
Abrasive swirling voices raise.
Fury ebbs and swells.
-----Original Message-----
From: Samuel Graber
Sent: Wednesday, November 03, 1999 9:48 AM
To: Richard Sando
Subject: RE: Wednesday
inside the heart, I
buried alive, walls not trees
as if it were night
-----Original Message-----
From: Richard Sando
Sent: Wednesday, November 03, 1999 10:02 AM
To: Samuel Graber
Subject: RE: Wednesday
Spirit sucking screen.
Life sapping fluorescent lights.
Smiles make my face ache.
-----Original Message-----
From: Samuel Graber
Sent: Wednesday, November 03, 1999 10:05 AM
To: Richard Sando
Subject: RE: Wednesday
liberation is
lies and promises we tell
ourselves every day
-----Original Message-----
From: Richard Sando
Sent: Wednesday, November 03, 1999 10:16 AM
To: Samuel Graber
Subject: RE: Wednesday
If I wasn't here
would anyone notice that?
Skepticism creeps.
-----Original Message-----
From: Samuel Graber
Sent: Wednesday, November 03, 1999 10:19 AM
To: Richard Sando
Subject: RE: Wednesday
Forrest Gump, the dolt
Champion of the simple
and I get nothing
-----Original Message-----
From: Richard Sando
Sent: Wednesday, November 03, 1999 10:43 AM
To: Samuel Graber
Subject: RE: Wednesday
Run Forrest run fast.
Awards for false happiness.
Superficiality.
-----Original Message-----
From: Samuel Graber
Sent: Wednesday, November 03, 1999 10:46 AM
To: Richard Sando
Subject: RE: Wednesday
and here it all is
I am Jack's forgotten pride
lay me down I've died
-----Original Message-----
From: Richard Sando
Sent: Wednesday, November 03, 1999 11:29 AM
To: Samuel Graber
Subject: RE: Wednesday
Everyone has one.
Where is my one thing? One strength.
Why must I still search?
-----Original Message-----
From: Samuel Graber
Sent: Wednesday, November 03, 1999 11:31 AM
To: Richard Sando
Subject: RE: Wednesday
been a long time down
crooked road I thought made sense
so what's driving me?
-----Original Message-----
From: Richard Sando
Sent: Wednesday, November 03, 1999 11:33 AM
To: Samuel Graber
Subject: RE: Wednesday
Toe the line, languid feet.
Reach to achieve the standards
that are not my own.
-----Original Message-----
From: Samuel Graber
Sent: Wednesday, November 03, 1999 11:44 AM
To: Richard Sando
Subject: RE: Wednesday
there it is ahead
carrot on a string for me
sadly, I hate carrots
-----Original Message-----
From: Richard Sando
Sent: Wednesday, November 03, 1999 11:46 AM
To: Samuel Graber
Subject: RE: Wednesday
Carrot on a string.
One step ahead, then one
more. One more step, then...
-----Original Message-----
From: Samuel Graber
Sent: Wednesday, November 03, 1999 11:50 AM
To: Richard Sando
Subject: RE: Wednesday
blank stares, soul and head
stick a fork in me I'm done
days end, then only sleep
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