Thursday, March 20, 2014

Mirth Bubbles

Here is a haiku for Spring:

Mirth Bubbles

Mirth bubbles along.
Listen. Taste the fresh water
passing into time.

Sunday, March 2, 2014

apple apple apple



apple apple apple

Did you hear your mom
when she left for work?
apple

We’ll have to talk
when she gets home.
apple apple

Let’s sit at the table
and read the news.
apple apple apple

Those racist clowns;
they’ll never learn.
apple apple apple

How can you stand me?
I smell like blecch.
apple apple

Let’s get you one
and touch your hair,

ap-ple

and rue the day
it won’t be sticky.