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About gimble

I've never understood why solitary confinement is considered a punishment. My favorite time of year is when vacation forces me to drive long hours on the overnight stretch, all other companions in the car asleep, my thoughts and the dark stretch of white-striped road all to myself. Having said that, I can happily keep busy inside my head, yet am distracted by so much of the larger world that I waste time putting those thoughts generated by those distractions down on cyber-paper. Maybe I want to see if anyone else feels likewise. Though not as bright, sharp or hard as a diamond, I am many faceted - esoteric in my literature, tending toward magic realism - pop-culture vulturish in my take on media - sentimental enough to cry at dog food commercials - and a lover of kitsch, like diners and other holes in the wall of life.

Marriage

Some–like white wine–are
best when young. My French Bordeaux
grows better with age.

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Knight

Stalled out. He comes. Starts
car. Buys breakfast. Drops what he’s
doing. Just for me.

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Junker

Like a dorm room on
four wheels, it’s a place to get
drunk stoned laid changed sleep.

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Dishes in the sink

Domestic mountains
rimmed with grime, sponge scaling this
Everest of suds.

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Overlooked

Forgotten summer
umbrella aged by winter’s
wig of heavy snow.

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Over the holidays

Ate bad stuff. Gained weight.
Hate myself. Still, I think, There’s
always tomorrow…

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Poor business decision

I quit my job to
work on my haiku blog. Chance
of millions, slim / none.

Haiku of the day

Wisdom’s spark. Fortune
cookie poetry message
ignites hope change growth.

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Paleo

Carbs like clouds. When gone
clarity returns. Blue sky
thinking open mind.

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Sugar

One bite then the mad-
ness begins. Binge-stuffing my
face. Swallowing whole.