“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.
March 20
The equinox means
equal night and day worldwide
yin and yang of light.
Ides of March
‘Beware!’ Caesar was
told. Like teens in horror films
he didn’t listen.
In like a lion, out like a lamb
What’s that mean? That spring’s
a dominatrix, whipping
March ’til it submits?
Obama’s turban
Headgear gone wild I
tip my hat to idiots
who have flipped their lids.
Tina Fey’s new black
Reclaiming the word,
she grabs the bitch by the horns
and makes us all proud.
Last lines
for jem who says, “it’s your last lines that get me everytime.“
I’d like to think of
myself as the O. Henry
of the haiku form.
