Just over five months
This one four hundred fifty
Art or wasted time?
Dubious milestone
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Just over five months
This one four hundred fifty
Art or wasted time?
Tag Archives: tired
I’ve lied to you
A haiku a day?
Not quite. Some days the tap runs,
some days it’s bone dry.
Negative campaigning
With all this trash talk
even the winner comes out
smelling like garbage.
Headache
Accomplished nothing
’til I took Motrin a whip
that tamed this tiger
In mourning early morning
J9 can’t sleep since
her mother died stays up and
writes heartache in tears.
Watching after 2 am
TV morphs into
loser land infomercials
for acne weight loss
Raveled sleave of care
Fever distorts time.
Sleep the tesseract that jumps
illness to wellness.
You look great
Bright lipstick fools them
into thinking I’m well. No
“How do you feel?”
Senseless
After the illness
taste dulls on the tongue, food just
fuel to run this husk.
In sleep
Her breath sounds like the
whistle of distant trains bound
for lands beyond dreams.
a haiku a day 