everyday haiku: oh for goodness sake

oh for goodness sake
can’t you see that I miss you?
you and all of you?

toes flanked by cats

“Everyday Haiku” is updated on random (hopefully more frequent than hardly ever) basis. For the sake of these posts, the definition of haiku is a form of poetry that has three lines. The first line has five syllables, the second one has seven, and the third one has five.

everyday haiku: the thing about love

the thing about love
is that it molds me into
all you desire

Joker

“Everyday Haiku” is updated on random (hopefully more frequent than hardly ever) basis. For the sake of these posts, the definition of haiku is a form of poetry that has three lines. The first line has five syllables, the second one has seven, and the third one has five.

everyday haiku: it’s not all rainbows

it’s not all rainbows
when I’m with you and that’s what
makes us beautiful

rainbow

“Everyday Haiku” is updated on random (hopefully more frequent than hardly ever) basis. For the sake of these posts, the definition of haiku is a form of poetry that has three lines. The first line has five syllables, the second one has seven, and the third one has five.

everyday haiku: i’m loving you now

I’m loving you now
but maybe I haven’t seen
parts of you I’ll hate

Red Sausalito Rose

“Everyday Haiku” is updated on random (hopefully more frequent than hardly ever) basis. For the sake of these posts, the definition of haiku is a form of poetry that has three lines. The first line has five syllables, the second one has seven, and the third one has five.

look to this day

Is it worth it? Is the future worth destroying your present? Do you even have a present?

The present slips by every second. Even when I’m putting my thoughts together, even when I’m pondering what the next sentence will be, I’ll have consumed more than thirty seconds. Probably a minute. I’m a slow thinker. Then there’s the editing, the revising, the deleting and adding. The afterthoughts.

Perhaps that’s why I dwell in the future. Because it’s something that’s still so far away. Something to look forward to. Although it gets closer with every pressed key, every taken step, every sunset and sunrise and change of month. It gets closer and I push it away, until future becomes past and past becomes regret.

Maybe what I desire is not power, or fame, or even love that’s reciprocated.

Maybe what I desire is time. More time. But for what? So I can have more to look forward to?

If I am never going to achieve things that I look forward to, will time matter? What about the afterthoughts?

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http://allpoetry.com/poem/8526547-Look-To-This-Day-by-Kalidasa

can you suck my big black dick?

I found this scrap of paper as I was rummaging through the front pocket of my gym bag.

There was no phone number, no e-mail. I can’t remember sitting or standing at BART station or train or MUNI station or train or bus next to a black man who looked like he had a big black dick.

I keep thinking: it was such a missed opportunity. I never tried a big black dick. Anyone willing?

can you suck my big black dick

everyday haiku: some full moons ago

some full moons ago
you told me you’d made peace with
not seeing me again

Bay Area Moon

“Everyday Haiku” is updated on random (hopefully more frequent than hardly ever) basis. For the sake of these posts, the definition of haiku is a form of poetry that has three lines. The first line has five syllables, the second one has seven, and the third one has five.