Some Haiku, Some Not: Short-Ass Poems

Face Mask

You tore my face off.

The exposed tissue is very sensitive.

I thought it was safer to wear a mask

You know, not for my protection, but for yours.

Some Haiku, Some Not

Some Haiku, Some Not

Most won’t be noticed at all

Some will be genius

Warning You

Warning you, I will write

You will feel the sting of my quill

Or the tickle of my keyboard

Kids These Days

I listen to the Ramones

I wear the Ramones

The Ramones — wait, what?

A band from the 20th century, goddamitt it.

We are doomed

Hunger and fear

I sip my latte

Hunger and fear surround me

I sip my mocha

Fashionista

Slip this Dior on

Adorn yourself with McQueen

You are their vessel

Death Throes

This fucking country

Died in two thousand sixteen

These are the death throes

Poet Trees

Some trees are poet trees

Em-bark in dis be leaf

As meaning takes root in your soil

I Dream of Death and Destruction

I want everything to end

Institutions imploded

Data destroyed

Climate contrarians

Die of decalescence

Republican Religious Rightwing Reactionaries

Croak from Covid

All alliteration obliterated

And then

Let’s not build a better world

For once, let’s not build anything at all