Haiku for Suggestive Whispers Cupped Privately Into Ears
I live through few words.
She’s verbose enough to share,
Come learn some grammar.
Haiku for Intolerably Long Train Rides to Connecticut
Meet my family.
Count blessings with rich people?
Better start drinking.
Haiku for Realizations of Unwittingly Playing Central Roles in the Power Struggles of Others
Acting the fool—But
she was slumming all along.
Which is more cruel?
Haiku for Slurred Protests While Eyeing Sharp Knives on Granite Countertops
I want to carve it.
Stares back, east-coast-proper cold,
... Stick it where it hurts.
Haiku for Severe Glances Exchanged Over Laden Tables
For once she is silent.
It’s true that I drink too much,
I won't stop talking.
SM Nov 2010