
flatten the bell curve
with maximum consumption
of noisy twaddle
dispatched notes from the office
sack full of angry weasels

flatten the bell curve
with maximum consumption
of noisy twaddle
dispatched notes from the office
sack full of angry weasels

Birth bumps on a branch
Broadcast the expectant spring
Future berries bud

Tanka to do list
First stack things on other things
Second reproduce
Third consume only good stuff
Fourth eliminate bad stuff

Gone beyond the cusp
Plunged deep into disaster
Year one and counting

so no, not a war
it's a full metal pageant
claims Comrade Bone Spurs

No Kings with their bling
That swap serfs for others turf
Not things to conserve

does a snarky phrase
made via email or post
make it an equip?

better to play tag
with a languid bear than a
frisky clueless one

flowing smouldering
creek of burnt history as
internalized space

So churn baby churn
A slippery wink and a nod
To go with the flow
Buy with a tip on the dip
Sell in a blink from truth link

current tech mana
data as revelation
pull back the curtain

Self medication
Reading was my gateway drug
Now I just listen

Haiku retrospect
In nonlinear format
Anxiety's chain

equanimity
like global equinox needs
magnanimous spread

Takes a fair measure
Comparing personal loss
To that of others
Except never seen as fair
While only rarely to scale

Work the undo list
Some undoings bring me joy
Some can't be undone

Took decades to make
Will reverberate longer
A stained tripping point

Easy to accuse
But it's much tougher to prove
Know when to recuse

Reinforced mistrust
Is now a hardened target
For stealth media

Never have the few
Worked so hard to earn distrust
From the so many

Subtle energies
Kicking words. Taking haiku
Sharpens my prana

Pop bottles became
No Deposit No Return
Lost my income source

a buried sardine
fertilized the full bloom of
a seasons crocus

Spew indecency
Every syllable vile
From slobbering maws

Gave up giving up
things for lent for lent this lent.
My involution

Wild bird chirped above
Bee buzzed around the garden
Eve bit the apple

the balustrade hop
was the way of the frog while
sparrow soared the rail