watching serials
real men could fight and fly then
two tone cliff-hangers
watching old republic serials on vhs on the back porch
watching serials
real men could fight and fly then
two tone cliff-hangers
watching old republic serials on vhs on the back porch
when i go
love me
pretty soon
i do think
NOW
remember me
WELL
let my skin
be your
warm cloak
and my heart
BURN
in your fire
rescuing sewing
machines so convicts can make
face masks for everyone
traveling to Michigan penitentiary to donate time and equipment for those in need

her nose
falls downwards
into piles
of snowy white
cocaine is
deadly endless
waste for
the idle rich
slavery for the
common man
and as you sleep I gaze on your cornflower brow
your eyes tremble in waves of grain soft undulating sea
my fingers brush your tomato lips your reddening smile
as the morning breaks your garden awaits open and inviting
steam driven countryside
trees fly by on the orient express
history train rolls
2 dogs meet on the lawn
1 chained the other free
both accept their loss
she walks off the path
to avoid the approaching dog
bites go deeper than skin
Barking dogs
Closed
Curtains
Neighbors R
2 Quiet
Now the
Real feeding
Starts
Every year, people are eaten by their pets once they pass away. 🙀
Fighting with my wife
Sam’s Club seems so interested
Making fool of Self
While traditional Haiku’s should avoid references to Self and My, I choose to announce my idiocy.