see also Constant reader
Like a lover who
wanders I return here to
check in now and them
see also Constant reader
Like a lover who
wanders I return here to
check in now and them
Accomplished nothing
’til I took Motrin a whip
that tamed this tiger
We watch bad TV
eat microwave popcorn feel
guilty not really.
I stop posting in
the blogosphere. No one reads
me. Do I exist?
Nothing pleases me.
Time I don’t have to account for.
A blank calendar.
Some people like to
cook. Then there’s me who dreads that
thing called dinner hour.
“Have you been writing
your haiku journal?” he asked.
You read. You know ‘no.’
An affectation,
but it’s cute, and she is for
given many sins.
God rest ye merry
gentlemen? I don’t see them
lifting a finger!
My spare bedroom holds
many possibilities
under all that junk.