Doing too much at Disneyworld

At the Happiest
Place on Earth, worn-out tots shriek,
deprived of their naps.

Non-eaters eat lunch at Panera Bread

Nearby, a mother
pokes at her salad while her
sons push food around .

Because of the media

based on a poem written by M.

They say I need a
man. Chocolate. But an eye
lash curler’s enough.

original source:

I don’t need chocolate to eat or a man in my life
I just think I do
because of the media
All I really need is my eyelash curler.

Haiku diary

Complex moments break
down into vignettes when brief
words define their state.

Vaccuming

“You suck!” becomes a
delightful metaphor for
taking it all in.

Weed laced with PCP

She turned to cake, felt
herself melting, the devil
eating his way out.

Easter basket

Malted milk eggs, Peeps,
solid bunnies (eaten ears
first) hide in fake grass.

Fountain pen

A small indulgence:
nibs, inkwells,  hand writing in
a click to print world.

Writer friend

When she’s not funny
her raw candor grips readers
probing her deep wounds.

Channel surfing at 3 am

Late night TV a
wonderland of fast money
junkyard of trashed dreams.