who cares who will care
the years have come and gone and
some can fuck themselves

can you help but think:
"how can one contemplate all?"
yet, before the fall

tender buds peeking
through an icy glaze seeking
solace from above

spirits lifted by
degrees as equinox looms
on the horizon

now he understood
why recorders were banned from
the lecture center

frumpish professor's
meandering discourse like
he's speaking in tongues

let there be love and
hate like the heads or tails that
flip and fall like leaves

Better to have loved.
No matter the cost or pain.
Far better than not.

life is connection
and disconnection but in
unity find peace

gratitude sprouts from
seeds sown by heartfelt
sharing and knowing

wake at four am
And get to bed at Midnight
for those five long years

Until i collapsed and had a stroke from Exhaustion.

Nothing can I know.
nursed my wife for five long years
Early Dementia

She was 42 when it started.
But life still goes on.
the Birds still sing, the sun shines
So endure we must

tetter-tottering
on point of when it's time for
ye olde nursing home

in throes of elder
care/dementia platitudes
don't ease the burden

Death is not the end
Nor life the sole existence
Eternity calls.

Nothing disappears
Just evolves to something else
Like rebirth of Stars

an old Eskimo
knows when it is time to go
just go with the floe

kids of air traffic
controller cleared take-offs...what's
next kids run nuke plant?

Enron CEO
wishes retrial over
words.."honest service"

China's dwarf theme park
a sign the apocalypses'
just around the bend

Brakes needed bleeding.
Tried to find help pumping it.
Bought the "One Man" kit.

Leader's toothy grin.
Promise salvation from want.
Fox in the hen house.

ephemeral love
counterweight to Keatsian
ode to love etern'

where once abashed tears
fed love's lost raging rill here
sere riverbed lies

genius work Vince
Stands out like a bright beacon
amid the dull dross

by any other name
One-handed Watusi a
solo job well done

No sex for the night?
try sex with someone you love
Five knuckle-shuffle

Life mirrors loo roll
Only when it is ending
You value it's length

no sex for the night
we sleep by dying embers
and trade them for dreams

Now, tis time to give
Birth to my nascent bolus
got the turtles head

Intellectual
Pretensions are not enough
Need angst and old cords

No magic escape
The only way out is through
Time to emit poo

Persistent, subtle
A dissociative fugue
Plus I need to poop

Removed and replaced.
Operation Completed.
Riding smoothly now.

retirees bussed
to Chilean beach sadly
ALL swept out to sea

All the parts in hand.
Put the puzzle together.
Always leftovers.

like tourists playing
in the surf not seeing the
tsunami coming

Boner is missing
Mike Seaver's sidekick, adrift
Find peace, anon.

But I have some skills.
I can do the work myself.
Six bill job for one.

Waited much too long.
Rotors and calipers now.
Procrastinator.

while on topic
Volvo demonic possessed
green coolant spewing

Changing the brake pads.
Can't get the new shoes in there.
Want to burn it down.

how foolish I was
first the SEX then the LIES and
then VIDEOTAPES

beware of tattooed
woman with "forever and
always" on pelvis

no solace to see
his "one true love" years later
on a porn website

screaming fruitlessly
as he jams the breaks to stop
damn you Toyotaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

compulsive abuse
cycles around the track of
infidelity

wearing blinders to
all the wreckage strewn about
and loves' hearts broken

You have to be forced
to read it as a young child
As no adult would!

The god of love is asking people to Kill?

The site Bad Haiku
Attracts more than it's fair share
of religious nutters

Here, and then long gone.
Who will remember or care?
Fading memory.

four haikus in two
minutes no small feat for a
Bostonian guy