A pop and a crunch
Frozen babes, cold graves
All peas are babies.

I went to the gym
my body in agony
mind in harmony

Drawing lines converge
angles in life and in art
I can't draw a cube.

Our eyes shall meet
"You're my very special one"
A voice will echo.

One day, hands on wheel
One day I will learn to drive
One day I will leave.

Sunrise to sunset
Pancakes for every meal
How to be happy.

I shall eat healthy
Tomorrow is a salad
So tonight is not.

Which Buffy are you?
Preppy teen, edgy outcast?
Why can't I be both?

Yellow signs in view
"R U OK?" echoes fade
Dawn, the pain remains.

Wooden sticks in hand
Not a spoon or clump in sight
The fried rice mocks me.

We don't have bears
Only snakes and spiders here
Bears don't fit in shoes.

Yellow hues in grain
Skipped lunch, reason enough
Plate follows the plate.

If I had a cat
Moonlit eyes and gentle steps
Would that be enough?

Pixels on a screen
Jira tickets left unseen
I am so fucking bored.

Paths fork and divide
Each step, maybe a misstep?
Best a step than none.

Van life, open road
Dastardly deeds, no one sees
Haikus guide my dream.

Long prose, standing still
The words are hard to come by
Substack posts are none.

Sitting in a van
With cheese my sustenance
I write my tall tales.

I need an A.I.
Wisdom woven in circuits
I did not write that.

An end to this job
This raccoon sheds her burden
New horizons bloom.

Just keep your head up
look forward and don't falter
your neck will thank you.

Her arms extended
Is she playing an airplane?
Oh, she wants a hug!

There's nothing quite as
dead as the dried husk of a
gas station sandwich.

Sits perched on the edge
with lips ajar, waiting for
when someone will hear.

Playing with words is
so much fun when there's no one
around to hear it.

How many meat pies
does it take for you to stop
hating who you are.

The silence scares him.
If he were to stop talking.
they'd stop listening.

As she walks away
she can't help but turn her head
and sees that he hasn't.

Put pen to paper
for words imply honesty
without a backspace.

I wish I could be
all that you need me to be
but also be fun.

It is not the kiss
but in the moment before,
when our eyes decide.

Your words inflict pain
but not as much those moments
when you say nothing.

Counting syllables
is easy as a human
but not a machine.

I know sad moments
are such when happy moments
must take a short rest.

All I have written
may not be deemed a haiku;
yet I continue.

All I really want
is for you to say nice things
and only to me.

If this does not work,
this will be the last I try.
To all a goodbye.

A cold, windy night.
I offer her my sweater
many sizes too large.

If I could only
say one nice thing about me
with no 'but' after.

Sounds of a scuffle.
Soft whimpers in the darkness.
Don't play the hero.

Don't hate me for me
but for what I do to you
when I'm being me.

Opening your heart
bids the possibility
of much agony.

Room full of people
and nary a word to be said
because I'm the temp.