Over the holidays

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

Poor business decision

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

Laid off friend

Drops by at four, raids
the fridge, toasts unhappy hour
to his firing squad.

Instagram

Dull lives filtered take
on romance, mystery, masked by
Low-fi Sutro Rise.

Loser

You still up? Dude, it’s
not like the internet won’t
be there tomorrow.