Sometimes I feel like my soil is so dry, the rain just glances off of it.
Scalding hot cheeses
Burning my mouth, Oh Jesus.
It’s exquisite pain.
The timing of this
Is so scary it’s funny.
So once a year then?
Delicious scheming
What else can I do right now?
Live, learn and beyond.
It’s okay to be
exactly where I am now.
Ugly as it is.
Some precious “moments” —
music, whiskey, furtive looks —
and some weird ones too.
I sat there listening,
And drank some Strongbow cider.
Then I was all, “PEACE!”
Whatever the fuck.
Oobla dooby la la la.
Haiku is so rad!
Ambiguity,
The messiness of it all
Compels us forward.
Inappropriate
Crushes on the taken and
gay, like Tony K.