A haiku a day?
Not quite. Some days the tap runs,
some days it’s bone dry.
I’ve lied to you
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A haiku a day?
Not quite. Some days the tap runs,
some days it’s bone dry.
A haiku a day?
Not quite. Some days the tap runs,
some days it’s bone dry.
Secretive. Works for
the CIA. Won’t say where
it’s been for four years.
Like the extra hour
when we fall ahead, this one
day a trick in time.
see also Constant reader
Like a lover who
wanders I return here to
check in now and them
We watch bad TV
eat microwave popcorn feel
guilty not really.
My fingers talk my
eyes listen my head makes it
up my heart hungers.
Commute through fiber
optic cable to a home
built by words not deeds
Not enough time for
cookies, cards, decorating.
Which one do I skip?
God rest ye merry
gentlemen? I don’t see them
lifting a finger!
Like catching snowflakes,
this melts quickly from the heat
of a stressful month.