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
I need sleep, but I * need to work but I need sleep * to work can’t think straight.
Geeks transformed into
leading men stop hearts, but then
revert back next day.
Left in Manhattan
cab. Friends’ numbers, pix of my
kids in strangers’ hands.
Spring ahead and lose
an hour. What I could have done
in that length of time…
I am the dull one, struck
mute by accomplishment
what I do, nothing.
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.
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.
With all this trash talk
even the winner comes out
smelling like garbage.