
Once upon a time
Dreamed the American Dream
Thought we had it all
But at the end of the line
Found the American Scheme

price of admission cost to survive belies the myth of innocence

A once great nation
Washed up on a beach to rot
A tear shedding stench

haiku pebbles fall
like rain on the upside down
online lake of void

Once a customer
Now a free range forager
Thrift shop investor

roving gangs of geese
murder chickens by the ditch
crime wave gone a fowl

I'm a finite sandwich
an infinity below me
an infinity above of me
enjoying the condiments
of existence

a sudden bout of
boisterous behavior ends
a long-term friendship

I committed too
soon to commitment in a
noncommittal way

Every scion has
A backstory, yet they'll still
Spin their tale thus;
And whistle past the graveyard
Of those that gave them so much

reality lite
through a prism in my cell
wall of science site

See who will blink first
Boon for big dry eye pharma
Call your broker now

Neuro foliage
Mix and match reality
Select your own truth

opaque to many
to just as many it's clear
the rest pay no mind

a flurry of wings
flapping with blood soaked fury
bringing home the wreaths

conversation needs
not to have conversion as
a goal to achieve
if all of us could agree
nothing wrong with a nice chat

Idolater words
Clever translation trellis
Swimming in a stew
A mass vagary mélange
Unclean aspic mysteries

I love my wind chimes
I hate my neighbors wind chimes
My stuff and your crap

The laws you may flout
Lie, bloviate, and squeal
The poison will out

original sin
heinous concept of belong
root of all evil

Living in grand style
Prosperity gospel slag
Cheating hubby wife
With self righteous finger wag
Shill a lush and shameful life

Pocket my cell phone
Wander through my neighborhood
Haiku Will Travel

What looks like sunrise
Is really Diogenes
Holding his lantern
Over our land searching for
An honest politician

It's quite the travail
To hack through the wilderness
With all this baggage

I offer my take
On outrage machine social
Slather on the grief

trip over my own
words only to land flat on
the page once again

aristocracy
progenitor spirit champs
the bit for over
a hundred years seizing this
moment to shackle us all

Best licks behind me
Riff needs a resolution
Gliss home with grace notes

Low expectations
The spice that keeps me patient
Crushed joie de vivre

don't you just hate it
when past becomes now too soon
leaves no future room

Told there was a plan
Claimed there was no plan. There was.
It was a bad plan

Two little boys scream
Menaced by a bumble bee
Under Gary's porch
Eventually
Gary's mom comes out to see
Shooed away the bee
Shakes her head at us
With great disdain for the boys
Such little babies

to melt this glacier
of icy mistrust will take
honest truth to thaw