Page 2 – The Cracked Door

05/28/26 A New Haiku for a New Day

Unstable chair rocks me
To and fro. It could fall at
Any moment now.

Blast from the past:

Two patterns collide
On the floor, breaking the world’s
Uniformity

I eat. I converse.
I walk. I see. I consume.
I I I want more…

Blast from the past:

New job, new projects
New toolkits, new people with
New idols they serve

What we do amounts
To so much yet so little
We’re free to have fun

Blast from the past:

Making moral rules
To impose on others shows
You’re morally dead.

Bless’d are those who doubt
For they will discover the
Questions to live by

Blast from the past:

The philosopher:
Someone not content merely
To be in the now

Trains, trains, and more trains
On my endless quest
For the next city

Blast from the past:

Just sail through blind
These will go to those favored
Peak coincidence

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

Ascend the staircase
To reach a summit that is
Nothing at all

Blast from the past:

The back stairs lead down
To a dingy basement. The
Sign reads “No Exit”

If you feed the cats,
The rats will flee

Blast from the past:

Initiation
Countdown sequence beginning
Is there enough time?

Constant speed bumps
Bump bump bump
For my butt

Blast from the past:

If I make you whole,
And you make me whole,
Then I make myself whole.

Cozy and asleep,
The cat only needs to wake
To catch one mouse

Blast from the past:

Never know when to
Stop. Push yourself far enough
Everything crumbles.