“Read my poem? Please?”
In real life I’d get blank stares.
Here, you’re back for more.
haikouldn’t ask it of you
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Dubious milestone
Just over five months
This one four hundred fifty
Art or wasted time?
I’ve lied to you
A haiku a day?
Not quite. Some days the tap runs,
some days it’s bone dry.
Spring in the air
Mud has a smell that’s
like waking up to coffee.
You know you’re alive.
Obama’s turban
Headgear gone wild I
tip my hat to idiots
who have flipped their lids.
Negative campaigning
With all this trash talk
even the winner comes out
smelling like garbage.
Inconstant blogger
see also Constant reader
Like a lover who
wanders I return here to
check in now and them
Wasted Saturday night
We watch bad TV
eat microwave popcorn feel
guilty not really.
After a few drinks
Midnight ghosthunting
at a tragic landmark seems
like a cool idea
Vintage style
Grey army trenchcoat
or lime green sixties jacket
J can pull off both.
a haiku a day 