In wordless despair
M dissolves in tears clutching
me like a life vest.
Inexplicable sadness
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In wordless despair
M dissolves in tears clutching
me like a life vest.
An adult blankie.
To take one from its owner
will make grown men cry.
Shopped a membership
warehouse store today. Got six
years’ worth of ketchup.
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.
We all complain there’s
no place to plug in. One by
one, our laptops die.
Haiku, like bonsai,
needs care and pruning. A mind
unfocused kills both.
Incrementally
I clean unearthing a clear
space on the table.
on another blog
gross comment deposited
like defecation