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Expected to know
all the dishes, servers eat
the entire menu.
Formally over
twelve years of learning to look
good on this one night.
such a sweet ride they
didn’t want to leave so they
did Wendy’s drive-thru
She can’t stand her. He’s
her ex, so don’t include them.
Can’t we go alone?
Deciding who to
take like negotiating
Mideast peace treaty.
The play was about
them. His unrequited love
her indifference.
He sent sensitive
documents to a stranger
thinking it was me.
When’s the right time to
wash winter blankets? Last night
I saw snowflakes fall.
Earthworms emerge, splayed
across sidewalks, tender skin
snags on rough concrete.
All around it, the
town is dead. Pity the poor
taken investors.
My weirdness is as
apparent in my kids as
streaks in a fake tan.
An adult blankie.
To take one from its owner
will make grown men cry.
Smoothing over the
wrinkles in life takes more cold
cash than hot metal.
not sure what’s so fun
about a day when we’re all
afraid we’ll get punk’d
Night winds roar like a
giant parent screaming “Go
to sleep!” without words.
Shopped a membership
warehouse store today. Got six
years’ worth of ketchup.
Vegans, stay away,
lest your firm resolve melt from
tender smoked brisket.
Hunched and hobbling I
move as if years older, a
taste of what’s to come.
When you’re in a long
meeting, now you have two things
to look at while bored.
Ph.D.s waitress
here, M.A.s babysit, ’cause
no one wants to leave.
Haiku, like bonsai,
needs care and pruning. A mind
unfocused kills both.
Incrementally
I clean unearthing a clear
space on the table.
Wan, pale, red-eyed, she’s
the poster wife of Wynette’s
song, “Stand By Your Man.”
While I throw pennies
into a coin jar, Bear Stearns
gets a big bailout.
posted to my Twitter account
I need sleep, but I * need to work but I need sleep * to work can’t think straight.
posted to my Twitter account
Project due and I * like the late adopter I * am, haven’t finished.
Geeks transformed into
leading men stop hearts, but then
revert back next day.
Hats, gloves, put away
in optimism return
for winter’s last gasp.
Spring ahead and lose
an hour. What I could have done
in that length of time…
A haiku a day?
Not quite. Some days the tap runs,
some days it’s bone dry.
Secretive. Works for
the CIA. Won’t say where
it’s been for four years.
see also Constant reader
Like a lover who
wanders I return here to
check in now and them
We drive to where his
girlfriend’s dad says the haunted
tunnel is. We freak.
He drank to excess
so why am I the one with
the splitting headacne?
What of those born on
the 29th, their birthday
once every four years?
The Director’s Cut
in her hands M reads snuggled
with her Uglydoll.
“Can’t I vote for a
Democrat?” Republican
guy asked. “Mine all suck.”
She spoke of McCain’s
volatile temper, verbal
abuse. My mind changed.
Computer in safe
mode like reading Dick & Jane
after War & Peace.
In a misguided
effort I peeled off half my
face and left the hair.
“Meaning glistens.” Or
“meaning listens.” Or perhaps
it’s “meaning lessens.”
Intention shines high
above like a star I see
and dream of reaching.
At Schooner Bay, iced
tea - 60 cents at Big Lots -
is nearly three bucks.
Like trying to use
your tongue as a lint brush, you
wake up fuzzy-mouthed.
separating the
non-essential from the much
needed is painful.
Not enough time for
cookies, cards, decorating.
Which one do I skip?
If I could shoot my
eye out with that thing, I’d just
sit and watch TV.
Only if you’re not
the one doing the shopping,
cleaning and baking.
If you had to pick,
what sense would you sacrifice?
Impossible choice.
