Thursday, September 21, 2017

Thursday haiku

I've found that I'm a
strange mix of contradictions,
emphasis on strange

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Wednesday haiku

The sky is so blue,
so perfect, even the sun
feels like a blemish

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Tuesday haiku

The sky is so blue,
so perfect, the clouds are too
in awe to dare try

Monday, September 18, 2017

Monday haiku

Trees and flowers in
bloom, her mind celebrates, but
not her sinuses

Saturday, September 16, 2017

Weekend haiku

The solar panels
beneath my epidermis
refuel, recharge, warm


The crow caws and croaks,
reminding us to not let
our guard down again

Friday, September 15, 2017

Friday haiku

Billy's deep thought is:
Everything is cyclical,
except for a square

Thursday, September 14, 2017

Thursday haiku

Prisoners want to
make calls while locked up, but they
can't have a cell phone