Five, seven, five
Syllables they say belong in a haiku
But whatever
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.
Pizza, pizza pie,
But never a pizza cake.
Pizza, pizza, why?
Snow falls raucously,
Or, so I hear, that it can,
Up atop mountains
How to write a pome:
Wait, I meant to say “poem”
Oh well, leave it in
What is different
From the short rest in your bed
And the longer one?
Things that go unseen
Are better felt in the heart
Where they are clearer
He’s pretty enough
But when it goes dark, it’s she
That shines most brightly
Large curd cottage cheese
Slopped on my plate with a spoon
Are you even cheese
Kaboom and kablam
They look strangely combative
Colors of freedom