FWD: San Diego

Of course it's on St. Patrick's Day that I wrote more haiku in one hour than I have in my entire life...a, c'est la vie. Big news coming, hopefully soon...

Dead Word Sitcom

Alack writing poems in a black notebook.

Fain sifting through the mail. 

Upon babbling shit-faced on the floor.

Envision waiting.

Morrow doesn't talk and flips channels for the next one.

Wherefore on the couch chewing his cell phone.

Methinks wants to say something

but the door knocks and screams about rent.

Cuckold at the keyhole: "It's Mr. Webster!

And those Oxford guys are with him!"

Bruit starts to shriek.

Prithee and Fie trip over themselves,

Rheum sobbing madly;

Forsooth is at the window.

In the upstairs apartment Cool and Sweet,

grateful for the occasional paycheck,

read quietly and drink wine.