The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
He sits there napping
On the curb, his feet splayed out,
His back against his bags,
A reminder that this place
Is a vortex of isolation
Blast from the past:
Wisdom is what you seek
When you have too much money
And time on your hands
We cannot patent
Your happiness, but you know that
We are damn-well close
Blast from the past:
All this background noise
Droning all around to sell
Yet another myth
The only one who
Walks up an escalator –
Still the same rat race
Blast from the past:
Resolved: to ignore
The voice in my head which
Mistakes job for self-worth.
I eat. I converse.
I walk. I see. I consume.
I I I want moreā¦
Blast from the past:
New job, new projects
New toolkits, new people with
New idols they serve
The sense of the self
Filters to us from every
Commercial we watch
Blast from the past:
The former ghost town
Now bristling with commuters
Dodging the ritzy
Metrics for success
Never depict the success
I want in my life
Blast from the past:
Can you understand
These lives have more value than
Quarterly earnings?
We can control it,
At least enough to profit.
Release the kraken!
Blast from the past:
The crowd flocks to the
Marketplace to buy what sells.
Who is feeding who?
Even at the desk,
Sitting with my coworkers
I long for my office.
Blast from the past:
If telling me what
To do’s your only technique,
That’s bad management.
Stand in line
All we need is
Your compliance
Blast from the Past:
I should fall in line?
For a job? That’s never worth
It in the long run.
Glitter that is gold
Just weighs me down. Give me cheap
Confectionery
Blast from the Past:
Money:
Reducing all things
To one scale of diminishing
Value to attain