Haiku #540

Whoosh, Whoosh, Whoosh, Blood Rush Its corned beef hash for dinner With tomato sauce

Saturday Night Sexual Attraction

Mom, I know you think I can amuse myself to hell and back for Britain one day but today I really need to have one of those big white lollipops with coloured shapes in Pleeeease! I never got much sexual attraction on a Saturday night growing up more hormones and less smooth moves than I

Sad Unrequited Love

There was a girl once, Fate doesn’t care but Wendy was her name. It doesn’t make the craft paper mache stick together anymore in my dreams. We were ready to0 double. Double the trouble. Then we were torn apart before we could really start. There was too much trouble in my part of town. Others

Dew Drop

My nose is cold. My heart warm. My fingers like fat sausages inside wet woolen gloves. And my feet in thin socks inside wet wellington boots that are two sizes too big for me. Memories. I never thought I’d be battling with the elements when writing. It’s not like I haven’t an imagination, though. And