The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
Poems about society
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.
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
One more city
One more place
Where humans construct a home
Blast from the past:
We are all microbes
In the immense petri dish
Of society
Deep within me lies
The desire to raze the world
And build it anew.
Blast from the past:
In our land devoured
By myths of the exceptional
Advancing to “survive”
No one cares about
Patching up ruined lives when
They are wandering.
Blast from the past:
Life remains easy
For the person who lives with
No sense of shame
The indelible
Agency within their stories,
Found in translation
Blast from the past:
Magical realism:
When your story becomes a
Fawn and flies away
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.