Vegans, stay away,
lest your firm resolve melt from
tender smoked brisket.
Salt Lick barbecue
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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.
I eat meat because
it’s Texas. Tender steak like
beef cotton candy.
We all complain there’s
no place to plug in. One by
one, our laptops die.
When you’re in a long
meeting, now you have two things
to look at while bored.
Slanting through speckled
panes, turning cobwebs into
faerie gossamer.
Muddy quads, walls bare
of ivy still inspire awe.
Can we get in?
Ph.D.s waitress
here, M.A.s babysit, ’cause
no one wants to leave.
Hills like cut paper
black against tissue blue skies.
Through poked holes, stars shine.
Haiku, like bonsai,
needs care and pruning. A mind
unfocused kills both.