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Ms. Haiku
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04 March 2025
Tariffs drop like pieces of lead
in pencil points ripping boundaries,
and generational contracts fading
into unrecognizable cursive.
Today starts navy before expanding
into unrelated colors. Coffee brews.
Pen on paper. Music through the speakers.
My head jerks to the past few weeks or months
when today initiated. I sing,
Canada, and beg you remain polite.
Tariffs drop like pieces of lead
in pencil points ripping boundaries,
and generational contracts fading
into unrecognizable cursive.
Today starts navy before expanding
into unrelated colors. Coffee brews.
Pen on paper. Music through the speakers.
My head jerks to the past few weeks or months
when today initiated. I sing,
Canada, and beg you remain polite.
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
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
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Each republican is sent a blank check,
and orthodontia. The worthless paper
has no takers on ebay, abandoned
like a mangy dog. The president plans
sycophant-man statues, beautiful
and golden, pleasantly scented, smiling.
These statues of wax destroy themselves from
the inside, and they frown. Kids who skip school
fill their paint brushes with discount colors,
and muddy the wax pools of legacy.
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
Alito didn't read the large or fine
print. His law books mold into orange, a once
beautiful color, only half of death.
Alito makes Italians look gangster
bad, inquisitors, fascists and cruel punks.
Alito lost the law, our tragedy.
Alito lost because his stand floated,
fizzled and faded away. Others brought
the case that jumped and curled into his lap
before he backhanded it frozen.
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
Babies in Maine cry
entering the world
sitting in the seat
waiting at Social
Security stunned.
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
The breath of my paper measures ten syllables
strategically maneuvered and formatted
to twelve, a gathering of numbers. Ten thousand
steps, miles walked, cost of diner food. The syllables
of numbers interlace with blossoming colors stretched
and dispensed throughout the day. Indivisible
amethyst grey of insignificant mornings
choices, white dumpling clouds plunking across hazeless
blue, and turquoise concealed behind afternoon yawns.
The day bounced syllables of green. The washed-out green
of well-used fleece, a car a green I love to knit.
The dead green grass of an eight-week January.
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird