Airport Limbo

Ten hours sitting,
In a airplane.
I can handle that.
Knowing that I’m almost there,
Soon to be somewhere.
But ten hours sitting,
In an airport,
Strains and drains.
Turns my brain to mush.
I’m neither here nor there.
I’m not anywhere,
But in airport limbo.
Just waiting.
And hating the waiting.

ANDROGYNY

Androgyny is not for me,
Don’t care for the illusion,
It’s a mind bender, hidden gender,
It just causes confusion,
You’ll find I’ve an open mind,
And very far from chaste,
But as these things go, I’d rather know,
What you have below the waist.

The Twinkle

The best photograph
of my grandfather
is his army picture.

It is of a man
I never knew.
A young man with
movie star good looks.
A beautiful young face
so full of life.
The camera loves him.
He beams and charms.
His eyes twinkle.
He wears his uniform
with so much pride.

The man I know now
is very different.
He is a sad man
worn down by age
and bad decisions.
He does not much resemble
the young charmer
in the photograph
about to become a soldier
and a father.

All the flash and fire
in that young man’s eyes
is long gone.
But I do recognize
The Twinkle.
It’s still there.
I know that twinkle well.

BLOODPUDDING

Look.
Is it pudding?
Or is it blood?
Pudding’s fun,
But this is crud!
This bloodpudding thing,
Is utter folly,
Like putting mudpie
On the desserts trolley,
Don’t mess about,
With words and food,
It’s disgusting,
And kind of rude,
Pudding’s a pleasure,
For which I’m weak,
But bloodpudding?
A monstrous freak!
Call things what they are,
Like mud that is pied,
Blood “pudding”
Is just blood fried!

BAD MOOD

My contact lens ripped,
And got stuck in my eye.
It’s one reason why,
I’m in a BAD MOOD.
Don’t mean to be rude.
But seriously,
My back’s killing me.
I slept all night long,
But must have slept wrong.
Snapping at you,
I did not intend to.
I’m just in a BAD MOOD.
Going though a foul phase,
Having one of those days.

Tardy Winter

Ah, winter.
You’ve finally decided
to join us,
I see.
Arrvived just last week
with those minus
degrees.
All the neighborhood kids
have been longing
for snow.
So you came in and
dropped it all in
one go.
Still, I suppose
it’s nice that
you’re here.
I was starting to think
my long underwear
would be unused
this year.

Signs of aging

I know I’m getting older,
For when I fantasize,
About two women in my bed,
It’s not sex and boobs and bums and thighs,
But how it’d be to spoon with them instead.

Life x #days = haiku

Get up. Greet the day.
Try to do your very best.
Go to bed again.

Haiku that I just found buried in Timeline

The sleeping cat lies.
Twitching like an autumn leaf.
Dreaming about birds.

THE SAME EARTH

Our hands have dug in the same earth,
Blackened nails reveal the search,
For answers hidden deep within the soil,
Other lives have come and gone,
Just the surface walked upon,
But never reached the depths at which we toil,
We are in each other’s blood,
Shared sweat and climbed through mud,
Ever wondering what each of us is worth,
We share a mirrored fractured soul,
Neither one of us is whole,
We only know,
We dig in the same earth.