Subterranean
hum of spinning drums cleansing
my dirty stained life.
Doing the laundry
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Subterranean
hum of spinning drums cleansing
my dirty stained life.
Now she has time to
blow dry her hair while I rub
away sleep, then drive.
M came home and washed
all the dishes in the sink
trying to be nice.
Haiku, like bonsai,
needs care and pruning. A mind
unfocused kills both.
Incrementally
I clean unearthing a clear
space on the table.
posted to my Twitter account
I need sleep, but I * need to work but I need sleep * to work can’t think straight.
posted to my Twitter account
Project due and I * like the late adopter I * am, haven’t finished.
From an estate sale –
pendulum clock. Westminster
chimes now count my days.
Emily Bronte * labored quietly but I * scream “Here are my words!”
Spring ahead and lose
an hour. What I could have done
in that length of time…