Monday, July 6, 2009

Bitter Employee Haiku #109





not worth the paper it's printed on

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Global Warming Mug


***
Saw at a shop in Stratford-Upon-Avon of all places. Had to have.
Available from the Unemployed Philosophers Guild.
[Damn, check out the nifty watches. I may have to start wearing them again.]

Bitter Employee Haiku #9

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Must have French blood...


Pulitzer winners
not generally known for
their happy endings


***

Dude! Rich and famous
what could you possibly be
so depressed about?

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Bitter Employee Haiku #44



adding some crunch the the lunch!

Bitter Employee Haiku #22

Subtitle: either Retail or Hungover at Home Depot

Friday, May 1, 2009

Bitter Employee Haiku #62



dinner for four just
$1000 dollars. Sales are
on the loose again.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Bitter Employee Haiku #55


computer turns on
blue screen of death yeah! call IT
go for more coffee

Sunday, April 26, 2009

The Death of Handwriting

I'll not miss cursive
untidy cat prints
on the windshield of my car

or block printing
that awkward formation
of idea to occurrence

killed off by the keyboard
and fingers indentured to
a s d f j k l ;

Thursday, April 16, 2009

It can still happen for you




maybe I'll weed
ideas, lost chances
it all needs
rooted out.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

dairy dreams...


sunday morning, spring
newspaper on front porch
real butter with eggs

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Not What I Expected


The soybeans are coming up
A surprise that—
I thought them
Too long on the shelf
For a comeback
But no, there they are
Bright green as they push
Bulbous heads up through the soil
Looking faintly alien
Until leaves unfold
And the broccoli, bless them!
Still throwing out tender shoots
Topped with tiny flowerets
Still a serving for two
About once a week
I circle the yard
Bees thrum on onions and mustard
Gone to blossom, making
Wry-tasting honey, I imagine
It’s finally rained enough
For the jasmines to put out leaves
Fresh fodder for army worms
I make a mental note
To get out the Conserve
My hip aches
As I trip over the hose
My stomach slightly upset
From the evenings too much
Cheap whiskey and Coke
Last night I was thinking
About how cruel youth was
To spend itself
So unwisely
This morning
As I make neat coils of the hose
I think about
Keeping on.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Bottle Dreams



Dawn makes a rainbow of sorts.

Blue and green, amber and brown,

off the broken glass outside your window.

You smile at me, white teeth a shock

in this rainbow world.

The egg runs yellow and oval

in your black pan.

I watch your shoulders

square and round, t-shirt bright white

in the morning sun of another day

that I sit silent.

You fold your hands

and I see in their shape

my heart, lily-white, in your hands.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

What the Weaverbird Knows


10,000 years in a prison
10,000 years to cry
10,000 years to remember
Endless time waiting to die

Love came with no promises
Love swept you up from the plain
Love in the end was a devil
And now you are caught in his game

So fly away, fly away, weaverbird
But first sing me a song of home
Sing me a song of the sunshine
While love picks me bare as a bone

For Nada
Who only loved
Too much

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Escaping Flatland


There comes the realization

it’s all changing.

Spider veins become spider maps you could move

a horse and buggy around.


Wipe rust off

foggy mirrors

and peer uncertainly

at a face that’s no longer yours.


Time your messages.

Let egos break eggs, open cans.

It’s of no significance.

You can let sleeping dogs lie.


We’re baptized by unnecessary actions.

Take care of yourself, now.

Fine cracks start to appear

and you could fall between them.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

You know who you are...


***
romance was her mantra
and each day
was a Betty Crocker cook-off kind of day
filled with spun-sugar confections
of imagination

Monday, February 2, 2009

Do you want fries with that?


I find your bracketing betraying.

Bitter Employee Haiku #89


bitter employee haiku #89

why depend on facts?
let's make all our decisions
based on what you like.

Bitter Employee Haiku # 117



bitter employee haiku #117

you ask your questions
I answer with long emails
seemingly unread