Haikus:
    Poetry for the Dying Manby Ric and Sam

    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
    -30-