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Panera’s didn’t
call, nor Applebee’s. Rejec-
tion’s hard at sixteen.
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.
When’s the right time to
wash winter blankets? Last night
I saw snowflakes fall.
All around it, the
town is dead. Pity the poor
taken investors.
A romantic name
for a seagull poop splashed walk
among spray and rocks.
Hunched and hobbling I
move as if years older, a
taste of what’s to come.
We all complain there’s
no place to plug in. One by
one, our laptops die.
Haiku, like bonsai,
needs care and pruning. A mind
unfocused kills both.
on another blog
gross comment deposited
like defecation
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.
When a righteous man
is caught with his pants down, it’s
likely he’ll get spanked.
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.
Flushing Meadows Park
once a site of hope. There, a
globe pledged future peace.
On a cluttered Queens
balcony he stands, watching
the complex decay.
A haiku a day?
Not quite. Some days the tap runs,
some days it’s bone dry.
‘Beware!’ Caesar was
told. Like teens in horror films
he didn’t listen.
Headgear gone wild I
tip my hat to idiots
who have flipped their lids.
With all this trash talk
even the winner comes out
smelling like garbage.
Could Cameron Diaz
maybe have done her hair? That
ponytail so wrong.
Accomplished nothing
’til I took Motrin a whip
that tamed this tiger
TV morphs into
loser land infomercials
for acne weight loss
What of those born on
the 29th, their birthday
once every four years?
After the illness
taste dulls on the tongue, food just
fuel to run this husk.
Computer in safe
mode like reading Dick & Jane
after War & Peace.
Dressing room mirror
replaced by funhouse looking
glass. Not me in there.
Reality makes
me sick. Going through laugh track
cop show withdrawal.
Disappointment like
a kidney punch makes it hard
to smile through the pain.
He had a dream but
his murder was our nightmare.
It’s time to wake up.
Never read the play
before you see it performed.
There’s too much drama.
In a misguided
effort I peeled off half my
face and left the hair.
Intention shines high
above like a star I see
and dream of reaching.
Green Cay Marina
walk. J gets stung, M watches
A Christmas Story.
Not enough time for
cookies, cards, decorating.
Which one do I skip?
God rest ye merry
gentlemen? I don’t see them
lifting a finger!
Sometimes, the hunger
that compels you to eat a
cookie is sadness.
The house of my heart
is white, clean, pure. No windows,
doors. No visitors.
We bring it home, put
it on life support so we
can hang ornaments.
TV’s “Fisherman
and His Wife” story for our
times. Unalloyed greed.
Two tribes - In-laws and
Parents - force you to over-
eat, then watch TV.
On weigh-in day I’d
inhale helium if it
would make me lighter.