Smoothing over the
wrinkles in life takes more cold
cash than hot metal.
Ironing as a metaphor
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Smoothing over the
wrinkles in life takes more cold
cash than hot metal.
not sure what’s so fun
about a day when we’re all
afraid we’ll get punk’d
Night winds roar like a
giant parent screaming “Go
to sleep!” without words.
Shopped a membership
warehouse store today. Got six
years’ worth of ketchup.
Vegans, stay away,
lest your firm resolve melt from
tender smoked brisket.
Hunched and hobbling I
move as if years older, a
taste of what’s to come.
When you’re in a long
meeting, now you have two things
to look at while bored.
Ph.D.s waitress
here, M.A.s babysit, ’cause
no one wants to leave.
Haiku, like bonsai,
needs care and pruning. A mind
unfocused kills both.
Incrementally
I clean unearthing a clear
space on the table.