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Our longer springtime
walks knock him out. There he lies
fat happy fur child.
No one waters them.
Tiny cells plead, but TV
seems more important.
My weirdness is as
apparent in my kids as
streaks in a fake tan.
Like cows with their cud
we would chew constantly, and
then we’d all swallow.
One piece would last for
hours and have few calories.
(I’m working on it.)
From a Revealing
start to this auspicious point -
my life in short form.
An adult blankie.
To take one from its owner
will make grown men cry.
Shopped a membership
warehouse store today. Got six
years’ worth of ketchup.
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.
Incrementally
I clean unearthing a clear
space on the table.
posted to my Twitter account
I need sleep, but I * need to work but I need sleep * to work can’t think straight.
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Project due and I * like the late adopter I * am, haven’t finished.
Bergamot infused
leaves unfurl comfort. Problems
dissipate like steam.
From an estate sale -
pendulum clock. Westminster
chimes now count my days.
I am the dull one, struck
mute by accomplishment
what I do, nothing.
“Read my poem? Please?”
In real life I’d get blank stares.
Here, you’re back for more.
Just over five months
This one four hundred fifty
Art or wasted time?
A haiku a day?
Not quite. Some days the tap runs,
some days it’s bone dry.
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Like a lover who
wanders I return here to
check in now and them
They walk the carpet.
We eat takeout Chinese and
scream for our favorites.
Kid in candy shop
I dab on product in search
of my true colors.
TV morphs into
loser land infomercials
for acne weight loss
We watch bad TV
eat microwave popcorn feel
guilty not really.
Longing to hug them,
I wait ’til they flutter near
like moths to my flame.
We sleep late and do
little. Spend quality time.
Together, enough.
Her breath sounds like the
whistle of distant trains bound
for lands beyond dreams.
I walk in. He licks
my hand, grabs my fingers with
gentle teeth, won’t let go.
Sleep comes like a tide.
Evenings at home, we drift off
heads back, mouths open.
Crashed. Met Tailies. Then
Others. Hatch blew up. Kate caged.
Got Lost about there.
Speed-viewing seasons
one through three’s like life in the
hatch. Push the button.
Cleaning is like con-
fession. You’re surprised by dirt
under the surface.
“Have you been writing
your haiku journal?” he asked.
You read. You know ‘no.’
Intention shines high
above like a star I see
and dream of reaching.
I’ll Dramamine my
self into torpidity,
sleep through drink service.
separating the
non-essential from the much
needed is painful.
Not enough time for
cookies, cards, decorating.
Which one do I skip?
If you had to pick,
what sense would you sacrifice?
Impossible choice.
My spare bedroom holds
many possibilities
under all that junk.
I burn candles and
incense. Maintain silence. Find
myself in nothing.
Fat balls of yarn crowd
my home like clawless kittens,
needling me to start.
Sometimes, the hunger
that compels you to eat a
cookie is sadness.
Soldiers wear helmets.
Women wear makeup, styled hair.
Our mode of defense.
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.
Like flickering tongues
of flame in green…blue…red. Just
plug in and enjoy.
Two tribes - In-laws and
Parents - force you to over-
eat, then watch TV.
Urban mall jungle.
Shoppers prowl for deals, fangs bared,
credit cards dripping.