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12/31/24 Haiku for the Day

It is New Years now
I sit here with my girlfriend
I think I’m happy

Blast from the Past:

New Years rolls around.
What is the first thing I do?
Proceed straight to bed.

I must pay my dues
To the real civilizers
Of this world: the ants.

Blast from the Past:

If we are the ants
How do we reach up above
And taste the honeydew?

The ozone layer
Torn cesarean section
That the gods peer through

Blast from the Past:

A prairie full of streams,
Flowers, birds, snakes, and bushes.
Now a factory

I thrive in the place
That you have called a wasteland,
Beyond your confines

Blast from the Past:

I hope you can stay strong
In your fake empire
Atop your fortress of loneliness

Hair stood up, chapped lips,
Foggy brain, drooped eyes, parched throat,
Itchy crotch, moist socks

Posthumous title: Several Days in International Airports

Blast from the Past:

Lines of bright roads on
The dark landscape, like the veins
Of their society

I am a haiku
In search of a meaning to
Attach myself to

Blast from the Past:

I tried including
So much into this haiku,
It had no meaning.

Your beacon of hope
Within rough waters gathers
The clouds become storms.

Blast from the Past:

The sun twirls the earth
Around like a mouse trapped by
A cat’s playful paw

Clouds of brief sadness
Come and go, sprinkling bouts of
Rain into my soul

Blast from the Past:

Perhaps in despair
Of the wilderness, I will
Craft a new idol.

Vast expanse of sand
Small clay lines of rise, huts from a
Once vibrant village

Blast from the Past:

Inequalities
With ancient roots, reproduced
In each new era

Paint your daisies
Full of your philosophy.
Let its wisdom sprout.

Blast from the Past:

Move beyond these chains
Choose their illusion no more
Yearning is your key