speaking of haiku

sand salt ice scrape slip

sliding november sunday

now sleep dark sleepnight

OVER-SCHEDULED LIFE,
NOISE TO SIGNAL RATIO
EXCEEDS! PLEASE! QUIET!

over-scheduled life...
noise to signal ratio
exceeds... please...... quiet.

each day gets better

each day more confident, sure

each day, but not now

she took my fur coat!

she got married, she eloped!

in my good fur coat!

with cruel decision

stuck, unable to let go

cannot move forward

beauty, glamour. they
are not the same. surface is
glamour. beauty, god.

do you know thyself?
who are you angry at now?
lead, it's what you do.