Many years ago
I packed up all my troubles
In an old kit bag
It was too heavy for me
So left it on the roadside
I feel terrible
Not only for littering
But for who finds it
I bet they thought it was cash
Woe and misery instead
Troubles
Category: Today’sRiff
Better Red
Gratuitous blog repost
What Is This Thing
Pebbles
“haiku pebbles fall
like rain causing ripples
on upside down void”
Wonky, the orator goat
Stomped cloven hoof
Took a thespian bow
Went “Poof” ☁️
Lizzie
Free Association when I see the word “latch”
Shut the door
Lock and latch it
Here comes Lizzie
With a brand new hatchet
Not the first time I posted this little ditty
Pretty sure it won’t be the last
Not In Your Ears
Don’t Do It
Going to the Dodo
Ski Instructor: “You need to keep that Dodo wearing the lampshade at the bar and off of the slopes.”
Note to self: “No more ski trips with extinct flightless birds.”
Brewed
I fully exercise my brood
First thing in the mourn
Dark and murky coffee brewed
Radical free verse bourne
Haiku Tanka Senryu cadence
Drives morning muse stance dance
Since my brood is grown and gone
Performed with no one looking on
Can execute with awkward impunity
Brewed in social media immunity
From dark brooding brew confusion
A day of perpetually amused infusion
Bottoms Up
From medieval power drinking
To Days of Wine and Roses
Bacchanals
Then Leaving Las Vegas
Now we all stay hydrated
Twenty four seven
With personal bottles of
Cool Cool Water
Water
Meanwhile in saloons it's
Guzzle Guzzle Guzzle
As they shove it down their muzzle
These are the words we like to hear
MORE BEER!
Maintenance drinking
Binge drinking
Drinking with intent
Or drinking in place
Temperance to tolerance
The bar bill for the signers
Of the Declaration of Independence
Was ginormous
Cruisin' & Boozin'
Through history it's clear
Spirits were everywhere
Even where they shouldn't be
Then there was my girl
Don’t Fear the Wheel
The priesthood of the red robed Lobster cult in charge of the Inquisition said, “It wasn’t cruel to break someone on the wheel.” With a labyrinth of pious accusations and rationalizations they would soak the ground with the blood of the yellow robed Crab cult. This ushered in the rocking age of Blue Oyster cult.
Home Run
Went out for a pint
Back to mine for a nice pant
Sweet pent up release
With a satisfying punt
Over a pont to a dream
A Scroll Threw Life 