…imagining myself as an old man…
‘where’s my hoveround?!’
i shout at an empty room
‘why’s my glass empty?!’
…to whet the…
sometimes i enjoy
a pre-bedtime practice snooze -
a ‘nappatizer’
…practical considerations…
perhaps i’ll miss you
but when the rapture comes can
i have your x-box?
…evolutionary survival mechanism – and why we need it…
maybe its an act
of kindness we cannot see
ourselves from behind
you’ve way too much ass
to fit into that cloth strip
you think of as ‘skirt’
…vow of the nice guy…
in my next life i
shall wear cruelty like silk gloves
covering steel fists
…my excuse for the past two years…
i don’t do ‘happy’
the future expectations
are too burdensome
…forgotten moments…
sitting in the park
girl cries to god ‘make it rain!’
day ends… day begins
…love poem to god…
neither whispered hymns
nor fevered dreams contain my
depth of desire
does the moon above
notice the ant’s longing glance
offers back shadows
…architects and engineers are careless (6-8-6)…
being a blueprinter
it amazes me that buildings
don’t collapse more often
…daredevils…
deadly precipice
the words hanging from your lips
fall to their demise
…in a fit of ego (6-8-6)…
i think of myself as
‘aleister crowley’ of haiku…
though somewhat less creepy
…unintended effects…
constantly praying
leaves no time for listening
can’t hear the response
…taxtime depression…
its official now
i’m no longer ‘middle class’
trailer, here i come
…you know its too damn cold when…
sitting on the couch
your snuggie’s all static-y
but you just don’t care
…feeling stupid despite good intentions (6-8-6)…
some roadkill up ahead
i start to say a prayer but then
see its just a tire
…it’s harry’s fault (a dysfunctional government ‘ku)…
reid’s failed policy -
‘you’re not just a senator
you’re a princess, too!’
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while we’ve already coronated SparklePony Princess Lieberman and GlitterFetus Princess Nelson, there are still plenty of diamond tiaras and magic wands for any aspiring fakeocrat.
just beware of the snowe queen… she doesn’t like it when uppity wannabes from across the aisle move in on her turf. it makes her hungry…
