Dude. Complete strangers
read the byproducts of life
inside my head. Sweet.
Dumbfounded
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Dude. Complete strangers
read the byproducts of life
inside my head. Sweet.
Discreetly I eye
them waiting for that gesture
that unlocks the soul.
Why bother with this
service when I keep up with
A Haiku A Day?
An email from a
stranger descending into
madness unnerved me.
My life is content
driven, looking for the next
big thing to embrace.
S will travel with
me, security-blanket
friend I’m blessed to have.
I jot on random
scraps, then lose them. No wonder
I don’t get things done.
Reading haikus is
like eating chestnuts. You stop
after a bad one.
Why does burrowing
under thick down comforters
bring such sheer delight?
Decided last night –
Caribbean for Christmas.
Will work for travel.