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Birthday haikus written on a piece of wet-now-dry napkin and a crumpled sheet of notebook paper (authorship noted, where available):
We are all in line
And yet, no line, as we dance
Cha cha, Charlie Brown
Cinco de Mayo
Mexico versus the French
Brian is two-nine
"The Robot": a dance
That brings elbows into a
Most locked position
(Thomas Crone)
Birthdays are perfect
Occasions to find oneself
Wild-eyed in the dirt
Webguy computer geek
Twenty-nine years of living
Garbage in and out
Friday, Disco T
Celebrate good times, come on
O Funky Robot
Three cheeses for Brian (sic)
Zebra Zinfandel as well —
A drunk twenty-nine
(provenance of the above is made clear in the next one)
Jason McClelland
Bad-ass Southside bicyclist
Wrote this debut verse
Maddie's dancing shoes
Give supernatural powers;
Dances, jumps buildings
Joe the alarm guy
"Urinals in every room!"
Just install it, leave
It's late, says Dustin.
Saturday we'll pick up trash;
Mmmm, kahlua cake.
What to do for fun?
Get Brian drunk and say "boobs";
"I can hold my drink!"
(Lynn Josse)