Bungling populist
Bloke you can get a drink with
Bountiful evil
Blast from the Past:
Just a sinister
Attempt to build a cult of
Personality
12/24/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
12/23/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
We didn’t start the fire,
But we profit from the smoke.
Dancing in its flames.
Blast from the Past:
What is this world?
It’s a world of fire and salt
Where nothing is real
Unless it is in ashes
12/22/25 A New Poem for a New Day
Take a college degree.
Wrap it in a crisp shirt
And seal it with a tie
For the next several months, knead out all of its creativity
As it seeks to rise from its station
Roll it with trivial tasks
Until its spread thin across your pan
Then, once you can’t stretch it anymore without tearing
Fire it in your ovenRecipe for a white collar worker
Blast from the Past:
Gain your employment
Earn your opportunity
To obtain freedom
12/21/25 A New Poem for a New Day
I wanna
Sleep through the night,
Sleep through the day,
Sleep through the sun,
Sleep through the rain,
And then wake up to
Go back to sleep again
Blast from the Past:
My paradise sleeps
And finds me in
My dreams.
11/20/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
I sit in your box
Wondering how I can move
Beyond these tall walls
Blast from the Past:
Life’s a chocolate
Box, unsure what you’ll get, but
Each has freaking coffee.
12/19/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
I rush everywhere
From even the slightest drop
Of any caffeine
Blast from the Past:
Thoughts come then depart
I try and gather them, but
They scatter leaving…
12/18/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Pulled in so many
Directions. Do this. Do that.
Forced through the motions
Blast from the Past:
We must return to
Ourselves after long stretches
To renew our soul
12/17/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Outside in the heat
On a persistent quest to
Remain hydrated
Blast from the Past:
Winter beach: lilting waves,
Icy wind, quiet: No one’s dumb
Enough to be here.
12/16/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Can you ever
Smell the scent
Of your own breath?
Blast from the Past:
Cuddle in puddles
Snuggle by bitty puggles
Crumple on rumples
12/15/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
The same tie, same mask
Crowd round your manager
As he does his dance
(This piece of art I saw at a museum yesterday here in Java inspired my poem for today. The artist actually was thinking about societal changes in Kalamatan society here in Indonesia, but it made me personally think about conformity in the corporate world.)
Blast from the Past:
Scrutinizing management,
Flat and unprofitable,
Change is difficult.