
Waking the morning after
The apocalypse that never came.
What do you do now
That you have your whole life ahead of you?
Blast from the Past:
I’m thinking about
The end of the world—how bored
It is making me.
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
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Waking the morning after
The apocalypse that never came.
What do you do now
That you have your whole life ahead of you?
Blast from the Past:
I’m thinking about
The end of the world—how bored
It is making me.

There at the water
That all animals must drink,
The crocodile waits
Blast from the Past:
The frog leaps forward,
The first to charge forth and get
Splattered by a car

A night of bad sleep,
Then a day of much driving
What else till I can rest?
Blast from the Past:
Another day gone.
Unconsciousness welcomes me
Just for a while.

Sitting in the sun
A cool breeze blowing as we eat
Oysters in the bay
Blast from the Past:
Oh how we help catch
Each other’s breath on the days
We rush everywhere

Driving in my car
Watching the changes
That never seem to happen in the world
Listening as Garrison Keillor
Teaches me how to transition
Into middle age
Blast from the Past:
Slip slowly into
Unconsciousness just to face
The same old problems.

Ever-present heat
Blankets you in mugginess
All throughout the day
Blast from the Past:
Slick yet cracking skin
The dry sun ages young hearts
Dreams dissolve in heat

I stare at the screen
Pure blankness, taking in the
Pleasures of boredom
Blast from the Past:
Technology may
Kill creativity by
Killing our boredom

Old memories haunt
As an oozing infection
If you don’t tend to them
Blast from the Past:
It’s like a ghost
That’s been following us both
Vague and unseen

A one cup coffee
Pick me up zooms me into
The hyped stratosphere
(I’m so buzzed that I may just take over the world today.)
Blast from the Past:
If only I’d pause
In this transitory world
To smell the flowers

I strive to try to fly.
My lie is that I’d fly so high.
I cry each time I fly so high.
This lie that I will fly.
I can try to fly.
My time to fly is nigh.
If I fly, I’ll die.
I buy the lie to fly so high.
I fly to strive to try.
My eyes grow wide with pride.
I lied to fly so high I’d die.
I try my lie that I will fly.
My cry will fly so high.
My time to fly is nigh.
I fly to try to strive.
Can I just try to fly?
I fly with no cry to die.
I fly so high I cry.
I lie as I try to fly.
My try is that I’d fly so high.
I lie to fly so high.
I try by the by.
My cry will lie and die.
Don’t try to fly so high.
I hide to not fly so high I’d die.
I cry, why can’t I fly?
I grow my grand lie to fly so high.
I cry as I fly.
I want to try to fly.
I must fly to not die.
When I fly so high, I die.
Why lie when I can fly?
I must try to fly.
I fly so high I’ll die.
Less try. Just fly. Don’t die.
Blast from the Past:
But why long for wings?
My shoulders’ pang for freedom
Has kept me grounded.