Light breaks. I heed the
call to darkness, cup rich black
magic in my hands.
Morning ritual
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Diner
Booths shelter those hung
over, elbows tacky with
pancake syrup spills.
Dishes in the sink
Domestic mountains
rimmed with grime, sponge scaling this
Everest of suds.
Over the holidays
Ate bad stuff. Gained weight.
Hate myself. Still, I think, There’s
always tomorrow…
Poor business decision
I quit my job to
work on my haiku blog. Chance
of millions, slim / none.
Haiku of the day
Wisdom’s spark. Fortune
cookie poetry message
ignites hope change growth.
Sugar
One bite then the mad-
ness begins. Binge-stuffing my
face. Swallowing whole.
Laid off friend
Drops by at four, raids
the fridge, toasts unhappy hour
to his firing squad.
Dull lives filtered take
on romance, mystery, masked by
Low-fi Sutro Rise.
Loser
You still up? Dude, it’s
not like the internet won’t
be there tomorrow.
a haiku a day 