the morning quiet
i find myself alone, and
sipping ginger tea

why am i surprised
when people disappoint me
that's what people do

the dog is whining
plantiff cries of discontent
while i write haiku

the cat, sent to farm
euphanisms are useful
occasionally

shopping for more shoes

it is a good distraction

from what i don't know

you suggest "god's hand"

when we both know it is not

making excuses

the morning slacker
alone in the twitter-verse
no one is online

stalking on facebook
not stealth, if you send a "wave"
no way to fix that

my dog just farted
somewhere, a man is weeping
haiku is random

interviewing maids
 i sound like a colonist
but i'm just lazy

undressing at night

is a transferrable skill

to be a stripper

weekend approaching
fridays limp along as if
we don't mind waiting

i looked up to find
you were gone, perhaps i was
really not surprised

the invisible
umbilical cord between
iphone and zombie

Druxy's, Rick Astley
everyone singing along
coffee is useful

Toastmaster donkey
 the workhorse grammarian
four syllable words

red or white, for wine?
thank goodness there is no green
holiday music

the bug crawls, slowly
and then flies, clearly evil
i should just kill it

my son brings coffee
warm drink on cold afternoon
love working from home

morning coffee brews
a few words on screen, typing,
my day has started

gorgeous autumn day
yellow leaves remain on trees
sun shining brightly

waiting in exile,
an apology, unheard,
screaming into voids

first coffee, brewing
aroma filling silence
perfection awaits

i got your message
loud and clear, between the lines,
as if you're screaming.

Spring forward, fall back
manipulating the clock
does not create time

muffins are cupcakes
if a cupcake got undressed
lost its will to live

bedroom obstacles
the dark hides wheelchairs, slippers,
god knows what else looms

the bug crawls, slowly
and then flies, clearly evil
i should just kill it

i miss your guitar
never thought i would say that
you were so happy