Page 9 – The Cracked Door

04/07/26 A New Haiku for a New Day

The stream keeps flowing
Despite my persistent tries
To dam it back up

Blast from the Past:

I stood with branches
Planting my feet in place while
Ideas whirled round

The cuscus glances at
His lover across the branch
In the afterglow of sex

Blast from the Past:

What is the point of
Fine roses in the pathway if
You can’t enjoy them?

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.

How are we
Supposed to build
Our fortresses of resilience
Upon only
Loneliness, stress, and exhaustion?

Blast from the Past:

I keep circling
The vortex of agony:
Cycle of anger

I sit here bobbing
Angsty yet bored, waiting out
The rest of my life

Blast from the Past:

Prisoner I am
Locked in a cage of freedom
Waiting for a key

The call deafens me
From the unstruck note sounding
Within the abyss

Blast from the Past:

Ascend the abyss
Mayo you be blinded by the
Patient rays of light.

It’s very bitter.
My heart’s bitter through and through.
Eat some. I just did.

Blast from the Past:

What form should I take?
None of these do me justice
Shadows of my truth

Water flooding at my face
Down down down I fall
My rope my only comfort

Blast from the Past:

Who would recognize
The withered leaf turned adrift
Whenever they pass

If our pets knew what
We humans were really like,
Would they choose to stay?

Blast from the Past:

Strapping boys end up
Mensplainers set in their ways.
Disappearing men.

Towering buildings shrink
Into spots on a grid
As this grid too
Becomes one of only a few dots
Of human habitation
On this vast planet

Blast from the Past:

Realizing my job’s
One drop in the ocean of
Human endeavor