Birthday Moon

Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Washington DCPosts: 6,960
I routinely fault mercurial whims
on moon phases assigned to aging's dim
future view. I must channel thoughts that swim
scattered into bright notes of birthday hymns.

Monday's post-birthday should be illegal.
I ate enough to feed a small narwhal.
I ate like a sneaky Neanderthal
dressed in elegance like a femme fatale.

Monday's blues begin with pants that don't stretch,
and running is unpleasant when I catch
the train, and suck in breath as I kvetch
about early trains, which is so far-fetched.

When previous highs crash Monday at noon
know it's easy to blame the Sunday's moon.
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
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