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04/11/26 A New Haiku for a New Day

The smallest of things
Zooms up close after a while
Whispering “Hello!”

Blast from the Past:

Uncover the core
Of the impossible. See
The world around you.

My words keep hyphen-
Ating. My eyes always dash-
Ing to the next line.

Blast from the Past:

blah blah blabba blah
those are your five plus seven
plus five syllables

Questions draw people in,
But pronouncements push them away
Ask questions.

Blast from the Past:

Raise troubling questions
Malleable conventions
Few floating forays

Seconds before the
Big impact is the wrong time
To ask what the point is

Blast from the Past:

Isolated in our
Hulking towers of gray stone:
Evil in nonbeing

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