
I want to explore
How the grain of the world runs.
The show must go on.
Blast from the past:
To your world that is,
I offer you the world as
I think it should be.
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
Poems about society

I want to explore
How the grain of the world runs.
The show must go on.
Blast from the past:
To your world that is,
I offer you the world as
I think it should be.

Nobody hears your
Symphony of panic
When you’re underwater
Blast from the past:
The first victims
On the way to the next world
Don’t look up

Unabashedly
Elitist yet structurally
Disadvantaged
Blast from the past:
To those who care less
About transparency than
Maintaining access

Whoever eats lasts
Seems to always end up stuck
With all the dishes
Blast from the past:
Anticipation,
To the possibilities
You are in my mind

If our world were flat,
Sorrow has a beginning
And must have an end.
If the world were round,
Our joy would keep circling,
Equally for all
(Today I am publishing two haikus.)

Intellectual veneer,
Underlying obsessions
Multiple constructs
Blast from the past:
Static management
“Meritocrat” politics
Nothing you can do

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

I am lost walking
The dizzying loops formed by
An expanding city
Blast from the past:
Separate but near,
Cast out except when needed
To make a quick buck

The lights flicker in the darkness
As I gaze out the high rise window
Cars and bikes halt
On streets too narrowThey try to rush to work
Among the vast expanse
Of restaurant chains
That they can’t afford
Blast from the past:
In a new city
As the fervor of the day
Transforms into night,
I lie here remembering
That I’m just a hollow shell.

In this big world
Where so many want to
Feel larger than life
It helps to be able to
Experience the small.
Blast from the past:
Even as the most
Important person walks by
The scarecrow doesn’t budge.