Deja Vu

Procrastination.
Haven't we been here before?
Oh, well - more coffee!

Oops

My dear haiku blog,
You are sorely neglected.
My apologies

The Cooler

Fortunes edge near grasp
Chips and laughter, smiles crushed by
Frowny faced totem

The Space Between

Warriors backs strained
Weight of the world between them
Adjust the kerning!

Mists of St. Erme

Cold English shoreline
Crashing waves turn love to mist
Opaque regrets gone

New Year

December's ending
Say goodbye to eleven
And hello to twelve.

Perhaps more hookus
Will be seen in the future.
Its lonely in here.

;-)

Next up

November is gone,
Fading away to the past.
Hello December.

In Reply to My aching back

The butt massager
Could cure Stacey's woes, but she
needs to take him home.

My aching back

Face down - alone - cold
Pain etches with sharp fingers
Chiro late again

Ruminate

Erupting voices
Horrors of the addled brain
Quakes in the cold dark

33

Thirty three reasons
to walk away from this now
then, you chose to smile

Marionettes

Dancing on spindles
Harlots ... all flavors and size
Lips of red wine joy

Goodbye again

Dissolving friendship,
Yet seeing them every day.
Awkward goodbyes, still.

Long blink

Sleep escaping those
With family here for a week.
I can haz a nap?

Algernon St. John-Smyth

Smiles kicking urchins
Felted beaver fur top hat
Upper class ... bully!

Soul

I am not this shell
This husk that sustains my life
I hold more promise

Nectar

Excrete the gods milk
Sweet ambrosia trickles free
Dance on happy tongue

Stolen Moment

Slipped to serendip
No friction dereliction
Shoulders gripped to grind

Moonlit Silhouette

Those curves of yours twist
thin Italian mountain roads
my pistons popping

Sunday Gold

Sunday's gold shines bright
but she burns twice as quickly
Shorter days indeed