Out of wedlock

for S.

Without a ring she’s
uncertain, the baby no
guarantee he’ll stay.

Not in polite company

She talks of threesomes,
abortions, things her mother-
in-law would faint at.

Surviving St. Patrick’s Day

for Cathy

Too sick for green beer
she stayed home, watched bad films of
leprechaun horror.

Inside the doctor’s exam room

Either it’s a loud
HVAC system or
white noise to mask fear.

Hoarders

Invested with deep
meaning, treasures buried by
trash. Dust, dirt their shroud.

Corey Haim

When Robert Frost wrote
“Nothing gold can stay,” he could
have described child stars.

Fishbowl

Bored orange nibbles
away black’s filmy fins. Sad
stubs flail lost beauty.

Christmas LED lights

Like laser pointers
they blind in red green blue as
they save the planet

Abandoned haiku blog

My door open, but
the rooms are empty, thoughts like
forgotten relics.

Away too long

Stories always tell
of the one who wanders, then
returns home…like me.