What is left in here?

Nothing; just empty spaces

Zinging with my fear.

Karen died today
Breathed her last breath and kicked off
Wish I'd checked on her

Excess potatoes
Should not be consumed lightly
Consider it well

Up far too early
For a dentist called Shannon
Stomach is growling

A blog post is blogged
But no one ever reads it
Is it still a blog?

Oh Antoine Dodson
You are my inspiration
Me, you, Halloween

A rock in the sea
Cold and buffeted but here
As long as it takes

The Zyrtec is gone
I long to cut off my nose
And swallow thumbtacks

Too-late Scrabulous,
Sleepy fuzzy purry cat...
Dry contacts. I grin.

:)

Innocent wild boys
Doe-eyed, young, and beautiful
Sweetly dead inside

No inspiration--
To write a single haiku!
Oh. I've just done it.

Keystrokes and iced tea
Lots of really lame questions
Finals week, Thursday

Whittled fish lie here
Dead against the cold rock wall
Staring into space

Whisker growth and painted snow
Too far away, too far to go

Winter model bundled up
Voices chilled and voices gruff

Snowdrop happy, iceberg tough
Coffee hot and furry muff

Heavy branches twist aloud
Here I wait until I'm found

My muscles now scream
They shriek out in high panic
Retreat quietly

an earlier cry of pink and light

and orange wishes singing sweetly

the light green sweet candy-tone

wrapped suddenly in sunlight

white light to cover all until later

Whisk your mind the other way--
It's okay for you to stay.
Air contained within a box;
The inside's where each one locks,
To keep out all the threats of hell,
To sit inside, learn not to spell.

Here I am at work
Of course, with nothing to do
So here's some haiku

A Love Poem

This is a love poem.
Here is the beginning.
I hope it doesn't bore you--
Please don't try to sing it.

I enjoy the things you say,
And appreciate your jokes.
And most of what you do is nice,
(Yet still I have some hopes!)

I think you look very pleasant
Even in bright yellow.
All in all I think I like you;
You're a rather grand fellow!

This has been a love poem.
And now it's almost up.
Let's say "artistic understatement"
And end abrup--

Haiku for (Hillary)

White under green shards,
Geometric and random:
What is it? A cheese?

Contamination--
Nuclear or Communist?
Ask a new question.

Oh but my darling,
Magazines are not human!
Buy yourself a clue.

Finals: imminent.
Examinations: too soon.
Kiss leisure adieu.