
A midnight meeting
Woke up in the back of my van
To talk to the US
Blast from the Past:
A job will take all that you are willing to give it.
(An aphorism)
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
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A midnight meeting
Woke up in the back of my van
To talk to the US
Blast from the Past:
A job will take all that you are willing to give it.
(An aphorism)

Dinner exploding
In my gut
I wake
Cramping
Blast from the Past:
I think I am now
Ready for sleep to find me
Finally

New poem
In my ever building quest
To write something down
Blast from the Past:
Some days, your haiku’s
Utterly brilliant, but on
Others, it’s like this.

Books books
Everywhere
But not the time to read
Blast from the Past:
Long winded sentence
Making several points at once
Is best read aloud

Walking through your garden
Sifting through your roses
Smelling the lilies in your pond
Everywhere, I cannot help
But feel the lack of your presence
Blast from the Past:
U and I are close
To each other; well at least
Close on the keyboard

I
Hide
To
Not
Fly
So
High
I’d
Die
Blast from the Past:
Painting bedridden,
Flying through a mirror,
Flowers on her corset
(An ode to Frida Kahlo)

Stuck in the desert
All I have left to do is
Kneel down on the ground
And accept the bitterness
Of eating my own heart
(Based on Stephen Crane’s “In the Desert”)
Blast from the Past:
Can there be a song
That gathers rain upon this
Neglected desert?

It was great meeting you there and learning about your life
It was great meeting you there and learning about your life
We formed a connection before we left
We formed a connection before we left
We left our connection there
We left our connection thereWhy can’t we text or speak again? You and me
Why can’t we text or speak again? You and me
We got phones forever in our back pocket
We got phones forever in our back pocket
But you never got back to me
But you never got back to meTo me, we never left
To me, we never left
Our connection there
Our connection there
On the sands of time
On the sands of time
This is my attempt at a paradelle. I found it surprisingly hard to write.
Blast from the Past:
Visit you while home
Talk as if nothing changed
Back to our new lives

I walked along the street
Its quiet moments stolen by the loud crowds
Flocking to and fro
Eager men and women
In traffic’s constant flow
As I decide which I should go
Blast from the Past:
Walking down the street,
Envisioning a haiku
Eek! That was a car.

The tragedy is
Not that the world is broken.
The tragedy is
That it seems to be working
Just fine as it is
Blast from the Past:
Which is worse?
Lamenting the end of empire
Or knowing it’s very alive and well