Dandelion seed
responsibilities float
away on each breath
Procrastination
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Dandelion seed
responsibilities float
away on each breath
Weighing sleep against
productivity, I write
into a new day.
Booths shelter those hung
over, elbows tacky with
pancake syrup spills.
Like a dorm room on
four wheels, it’s a place to get
drunk stoned laid changed sleep.
Forgotten summer
umbrella aged by winter’s
wig of heavy snow.
Ate bad stuff. Gained weight.
Hate myself. Still, I think, There’s
always tomorrow…
I quit my job to
work on my haiku blog. Chance
of millions, slim / none.
Olive pits. Glass shards.
Bent straw. He warns, It’s not a
garbage disposal…
Why bother vowing
change when you’re satisfied with
your lazy-ass self?