American Youth Hostile

My step-brother -- whom I haven't seen since the morning after the last presidential election, when the results were still being disputed -- used to write a freaky-assed column for Webster's Weekly, the first weekly features magazine on the web, founded one decade ago by yours truly and some friends.

Ten years later, I'm googling for my favorite haiku, written by the young man himself, no longer so young and now a private pilot rather than some talented punk kid. I can't find it. Nowhere to be found. I don't understand why. Had to dig around in my local copies to reproduce the following, my 2 favorite haikus -- the first one memorized, and the other forgotten until tonight:

Kurt Cobain on ice
Sent a message from the grave:
"Elvis Isn't Here."


Shut your trap, Grampa!
You do not have Alzheimer's!
We went over this.