Ric and I work in a large office.
We both believe 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 Haiku’s
—–Original Message—–
From: Richard Sando
Sent: Wednesday, November 03, 1999 8:51 AM
To: Samuel Proof
Subject: Wednesday
Back in this drab place.
Malaise saps mind’s life away.
Like a dull cramp’s ache.
—–Original Message—–
From: Samuel Proof
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 Proof
Subject: RE: Wednesday
Mind melds with machine’s
steady hum of whirring parts.
too many restarts.
—–Original Message—–
From: Samuel Proof
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 Proof
Subject: RE: Wednesday
New barriers are not
seen, heard but felt silently.
Are they closing in?
—–Original Message—–
From: Samuel Proof
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 Proof
Subject: RE: Wednesday
Calls and no answers.
Abrasive swirling voices raise.
Fury ebbs and swells.
—–Original Message—–
From: Samuel Proof
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 Proof
Subject: RE: Wednesday
Spirit sucking screen.
Life sapping fluorescent lights.
Smiles make my face ache.
—–Original Message—–
From: Samuel Proof
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 Proof
Subject: RE: Wednesday
If I wasn’t here
would anyone notice that?
Skepticism creeps.
—–Original Message—–
From: Samuel Proof
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 Proof
Subject: RE: Wednesday
Run Forrest run fast.
Awards for false happiness.
Superficiality.
—–Original Message—–
From: Samuel Proof
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 Proof
Subject: RE: Wednesday
Everyone has one.
Where is my one thing? One strength.
Why must I still search?
—–Original Message—–
From: Samuel Proof
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 Proof
Subject: RE: Wednesday
Toe the line, languid feet.
Reach to achieve the standards
that are not my own.
—–Original Message—–
From: Samuel Proof
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 Proof
Subject: RE: Wednesday
Carrot on a string.
One step ahead, then one
more. One more step, then…
—–Original Message—–
From: Samuel Proof
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-
[...] poetry for the dying man [...]
Wow, these really take me back. It’s been a very, very long time since Sam and I were in that place together. That was my first job after college. I’m still holding my second one, though barely in this barren economic landscape. Ten years can go by so quickly.
Whoa, hey Ric!
Yea I brought -30- back from the dead and have been slowly importing the old files from the beginning. I completely forgot about these, seems like a million years ago, huh?
Stay Strong,
-SamProof