Crashed. Met Tailies. Then
Others. Hatch blew up. Kate caged.
Got Lost about there.
Oceanic Flight 815
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Category Archives: obsession
Writer’s strike
Reality makes
me sick. Going through laugh track
cop show withdrawal.
Before Lost season 4 begins
Speed-viewing seasons
one through three’s like life in the
hatch. Push the button.
Tree falls in the forest analogy
I stop posting in
the blogosphere. No one reads
me. Do I exist?
Undone
Intention shines high
above like a star I see
and dream of reaching.
Can’t sleep – 2 am
Wind chimes jangle in
the breeze. Nature’s alarm clock
saying, “Go to sleep.”
Online – the new paradigm
My fingers talk my
eyes listen my head makes it
up my heart hungers.
Knitting project
Fat balls of yarn crowd
my home like clawless kittens,
needling me to start.
Substitution
Sometimes, the hunger
that compels you to eat a
cookie is sadness.
Protection
Soldiers wear helmets.
Women wear makeup, styled hair.
Our mode of defense.
a haiku a day 