“Turnstiles”
I dropped my train token.
Back in nineteen ninety-two.
I cannot find it.
Haiku Humpdays: “Turnstiles”
Tag: haikuhumpdays
Haiku Humpdays: “Awakening”
“Awakening”
Is Potsie awake?
I will check the monitor.
No, he is asleep.
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Haiku Humpdays: “Irritable”
“Irritable”
Unable to reach.
A ceaseless flickering flame.
Do you feel the itch?
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Haiku Humpdays: “Waiting for Godot”
“Waiting for Godot”
Waiting for Godot.
Existential dilemma.
Tell him, that I left.
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Haiku Humpdays: “Three Dog Night”
“Three Dog Night”
On top of the bed,
A smallish dog licks her paws.
Keeping me awake.
🐶
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Haiku Humpdays: “Liminal Summer”
“Liminal Summer”
Liminal Summer.
The humidity stifles.
I need to change shirts.
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40/40: July/August Poetry Project
Starting 7/23/18
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Haiku Humpdays: “Monkey See, Monkey Doo”
“Monkey See, Monkey Doo”
A man lies outright.
His supporters believe him.
Oh say, can’t you see?
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Haiku Humpdays: “Ghost Train”
“Ghost Train”
I see reflections.
They haunt my every trip.
Stationed at odd ends.
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Haiku Humpdays: “Humid Frizzy Hair”
“Humid Frizzy Hair”
Humid, frizzy hair.
Puffy, and beyond compare.
It needs a cool breeze.
