Spent Saturday night
Forgetting. Acting my age.
I’m young, I can dance.
For four nights, five days,
Never left my best friends bed.
(Hospitality.)
This tin-can music
On hold with the pharmacist
Tries to get me down.
Robot voice thanks me,
Your call is importan–Click.
Avoid urge to die.
Doc: Where is the pain?
Head, Muscles, Joints, Skin. Constant.
Doc: Are you depressed?
Congratulations!
Didn’t go to med school but,
I’m my own doctor.
The universe yawns-
Striving for life I don’t have,
I’ve become Facebook.
I cried when the maid
Killed the spider in my room.
Alone, things get weird.
Can’t forget him now–
Broke up just in time to find
Ringworm on my thigh.
A measure of will:
No one needs you anymore
Do you feel alive?
Monty at my side
Asks for nothing the whole day
Meet visceral love.
Tail wags in his sleep,
Watch his belly rise and fall
Love, you make me weep.
If Haiku rules were
Seven-Five-Seven instead,
Would I still be sick?
Bzzz. Thud. Bzzz thud bzzzz
Angry bee against the door
None of us get out.
Sad signing the forms
Which say I’m incapable.
BUT IM SEXY YALL!!!
Day 6, I’m alive.
Under water asking if
Dancing was worth it.
I should know better,
But I remember dancing,
Don’t remember price.
Health, Happiness, and Haikus.
*Shout out to Newman for haiku inspirations and continued decency in a perverted world.*
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