Undue suffering

From something so very small

Bye bye, kidney stone

I am electric

My thick new hair stands on end

Under the full moon

I do not believe

In ghosts, spirits, and phantoms

Yet you still haunt me

A chill up my rear
A dry seat indoors beside
A rainy window

Howling winds we share

Earth lungs on a shaky breath

How many more are there

A bead of sweat runs

Down a shaft of ice and drips

Far below its home

“Tock, tock” repeating

What creature tocks in my wall

On this chilly night

A frigid wind howls

‘Round the smelly plastic bag

I take out the trash

Five, seven, five

Syllables they say belong in a haiku

But whatever

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

Father time taps his finger

On the table.