A haiku a day?
Not quite. Some days the tap runs,
some days it’s bone dry.
I’ve lied to you
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A haiku a day?
Not quite. Some days the tap runs,
some days it’s bone dry.
A haiku a day?
Not quite. Some days the tap runs,
some days it’s bone dry.
‘Beware!’ Caesar was
told. Like teens in horror films
he didn’t listen.
Headgear gone wild I
tip my hat to idiots
who have flipped their lids.
With all this trash talk
even the winner comes out
smelling like garbage.
Like the extra hour
when we fall ahead, this one
day a trick in time.
So hungry but the
dress fits stumble past photogs
smile stop nod pose smile.
Dreams of Oscars like
sugarplums dance in their heads.
Hollywood’s Christmas.
Kid in candy shop
I dab on product in search
of my true colors.
Midnight ghosthunting
at a tragic landmark seems
like a cool idea
Got a new camera.
What moments will it capture
in pixels and bytes?