
nuclear winter
will get histories blood spray
over sweatshop made
fashionable attitude
thermal winter coat and mask

nuclear winter
will get histories blood spray
over sweatshop made
fashionable attitude
thermal winter coat and mask

divided colors
suffused within light is a
rainbow recipe

When common ethos
Loudly proclaims "Greed is good!"
Gets US where we are
Sold to us in the Eighties
Consequences cascade on

dance with Demeter
seasonal agrarian
ritual plow play

brief let down of guard
led to a life narrative
not going as hoped

gentle spring breeze wafts
past rearview mirror dangle
the scent of faux pine

First came the corn sweat
Now wildfire violet sunsets
Air of disaster

I'm radiating
Notice of things I have done
Dissipate a wave
Rake out the pent up vapors
From phantom of tomorrow

if it wasn't for
misperception we'd have no
perception at all

On sonic surfboard
Rake atop the aural wave
Into cozy cove

an unfocused gaze
takes notice of everything
remarks on nothing

morning greet with a
spontaneous eruption
of unfiltered now
we exchange some pleasantries
then live it or live with it

immediacy
of social media leaves
no time to mature

the riper the fruit
the heavier it hangs on
to the vine of life

Every kindness done
Served dripping in resentment
Oblique much obliged

When I was younger
Mourning mind on the water
Fishing smoothed ripples

while the past is past
and the present is present
echoes linger long

When prophet motive
Is there they don't even care.
Except for the fare
I know where some hear prophet
Others see only profit

look up at seafoam
notice you might be drowning
better start swimming

Waves roll to our shore
Then bounce back out to the sea
Reflect nation's shame
Ripples of recrudescence
Unleashed upon the wide world

yesterday's brain squall
caused my haiku to wash up
on the wrong hashtag

Now there is my view
Then of course there is your view
When will the twain meet

Kabuki theatre
Subterfuge played in plain sight
Tactless tactician

schadenfreude days
current leadership takes time
to throw our nation
under the grinding wheels
on the bus of history

children of letters
devil is in the order
making words matter

Fraudulent facade
Bamboozle blur broadcast bunk
Calm lonely bleating
Deadly undersea missiles
Teeter on a madman whim

Adrift in a maze
Color chaos confusion
Overload senses

Faux operation
False sense of security
Is now in progress

seek savant sources
backassward news feed hide truth
from the hoi polloi

I practice weaving
Words into fine taffeta
Ends up as denim

with stomp stomps clip clops
boom booms going boom always
risky business time

Just another day
Open loop pretzel logic
Wisteria spills
Yellow journalism branch
Into the balderdash mix

sculpt fond memories
the shape of times remembered
etched on my palate