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well-defined stomach muscles
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Tag Archives: haiku
…full moon 01.17.22…
like a gauzy veil
clouds try to blur the moon but
never quench its light
…aerial acrobatics in the spring…
the dragonflies perch
so gently – until the wind
blows them from the branch
…unnatural nature (7-9-7)…
tonight, as I walked, the scent
of gardenias was overwhelming –
it was fabric softener
…expect more (6-8-6)…
life is way too short for
bad pizza, sex, and poetry
we deserve far better
…worthy life-goals…
try to be the one
your golden retriever thinks
you already are
…my place of employment…
metaphor for work:
a shit sandwich covered in
powdered disaster
…end of the line (6-8-6)…
its inevitable
all left lanes either merge back in
or become turn-only
…the trials of one…
one must tuck one’s beard
inside one’s shirt to avoid
dipping in one’s soup
…maybe eating healthy isn’t so bad after all…
made myself hummus
’twas decidedly yummus
spread over rye toast
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i don’t much care for cooking or baking or basically anything that i can’t just pop in the microwave. mostly because i’m lazy. but it turns out that making one’s own hummus is not that difficult* and results in a fair bit of deliciousness, so, overall the payoff was worth the effort.
* – with that being said, it is slightly more difficult using a blender to do a food processor’s job. hopefully i can hijack santa or hanukkah harry to get me one for the holidays.**
** – why doesn’t wicca have a santa equivalent?! every religion should have someone in charge of distributing presents.
…when you are unhappy…
smile with your eyes
when you cannot with your heart
might just fool yourself
…why i don’t see myself employed at my current job much longer (6-8-6)…
i’m smart but powerless
an unfortunate position
when seeking a pay raise
…academia is a business…
inevitably
our culture becomes cancer
at mammon’s altar
—
inspired by the very thoughtful article by Thorn Mooney regarding pagan-centric post-secondary education.
…the universe speaks through traffic signals…
is it a warning –
each light turning yellow as
i sail beneath it?
…luminary chatter…
The moonlight reflects
what the sun is too ashamed
to say directly
…idols (6-8-6)…
gods who need human hands
to work their plans aren’t worth the
lip-service rendered them
…winter cleaning…
box in the corner
filled with things once sacred but
now a bunch of junk
…found my mutant super-hero power…
i can call the rain
all i have to do is start
to water my plants
…a darker current…
outer composure
hides roiling inner turmoil
calm ocean surface
…note to makers of expensive toys (6-8-6)…
wanted a new iPhone
turned into an iFiasco
bought cheap tracfone instead