not sure what’s so fun
about a day when we’re all
afraid we’ll get punk’d
April Fool’s Day
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not sure what’s so fun
about a day when we’re all
afraid we’ll get punk’d
When I stay up late
my thoughts move oddly like lab
mice stunted by drugs.
Vegans, stay away,
lest your firm resolve melt from
tender smoked brisket.
Haiku, like bonsai,
needs care and pruning. A mind
unfocused kills both.
Incrementally
I clean unearthing a clear
space on the table.
Wan, pale, red-eyed, she’s
the poster wife of Wynette’s
song, “Stand By Your Man.”
When a righteous man
is caught with his pants down, it’s
likely he’ll get spanked.
Unaware of her
beauty, unselfconsciousness
gives each movement grace.
Heating system dust –
particles of previous
occupants’ lives, selves.