Some–like white wine–are
best when young. My French Bordeaux
grows better with age.
Marriage
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Knight
Stalled out. He comes. Starts
car. Buys breakfast. Drops what he’s
doing. Just for me.
Junker
Like a dorm room on
four wheels, it’s a place to get
drunk stoned laid changed sleep.
Dishes in the sink
Domestic mountains
rimmed with grime, sponge scaling this
Everest of suds.
Overlooked
Forgotten summer
umbrella aged by winter’s
wig of heavy snow.
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.
Haiku of the day
Wisdom’s spark. Fortune
cookie poetry message
ignites hope change growth.
Paleo
Carbs like clouds. When gone
clarity returns. Blue sky
thinking open mind.
Sugar
One bite then the mad-
ness begins. Binge-stuffing my
face. Swallowing whole.
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