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.

accidental domestic god(dess): I was only chopping onions

Actually no. I don’t cry when I chop onions. I cry every time I have facial extractions. Oh, and I cry rivers every time I see the execution scene of Tuptim and Balat in Anna and the King and that la mort de Marcel scene in La Môme.

But this, this epiphany of how onions (and shallots) can mask the taste of extravirgin coconut oil (healthy but like all healthy things, it tastes blah), it made me cry.

Also I found out that sourdough is healthy (okay, now I have to rebuttal my own statement – sourdough actually tastes delicious).

This is what I do:

I heat the pan, put in coconut oil, chili powder, some salt, oregano, chopped shallots and onions, and put in chopped white button mushrooms.

I whip two eggs with almond milk and once the button mushrooms and shallots and onions are done, I pour the egg with almond milk into the pan and wait until it becomes more solid.

After the egg is about done, I fold it in the frying pan and put in slices of sourdough bread, so that the mixture of coconut oil – salt – chili – oregano – shallots – onions seeps into the bread and the frying makes the result crunchy.

When they’re done, I put them on a plate, and while the frying pan is still hot, I saute slices of tomatoes for about a minute before putting them on the side of the scrambled egg and the bread.

sourdough scrambled egg mushrooms tomato

everyday haiku: last night I found out

last night I found out
that I’d rather use KY
than use Astroglide

“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.

accidental domestic god(dess): the art of dumping everything into the blender

Get the reddest of hearts and slice them apart to quarters.*

Drop two spoons of acid.**

You like it sugarcoated? Suit yourself.***

Milk it. ****

Set it to pulverize and hello, breakfast. Or lunch. Or dinner. Or whenever.

This is not vegan.

Strawberry hearts

* Use strawberries. Not real hearts. If you really want to, use your enemies’.

** I use apple cider vinegar.

*** Honey (told you it wasn’t vegan) however much you want it.

**** Unsweetened almond milk.