Haiku
By the impossibility
A chance of a lifetime
Birth of a child
Deep in slumber
The impossibility of dawn
End of a dream
In your Ear
Sixty-seven he said
So he got a job emptying bins
Until it was noticed
Seven before six
So he got fired for being innumerate
DESIGNATED SPOT
Been looking at this spot
This area by my lazy boy chair
How many months
How many years has it been there?
There is an end table, a bookcase
And so many items I won’t innumerate
But these are not the forms
On which I fixate
It is the floor!
Cable wires, multiple plug-ins
A waste basket
Soiled beyond sin
How many months
How many the humid times
Of metamorphosis
From-hard-to-soft-to-slime?
This sudden thought flash -
‘Even a caveman wouldn’t
Even in the dirt recess of his lair
Further foul surroundings he couldn’t’
I blot the image from my mind
Yet the ears hear once more
Guttural eating grunts
Sound of bones striking the floor
This is beyond guilt
Has become, almost, shame
My terrible, slovenly ways
The procrastination game
I look up at cobwebs on the ceiling
Shake my head in foolish disbelief
Those objects stuck to the floor
“Yuck! Is there no relief?”
Well, I’m so tired
Getting sleepy in the dust?
I throw out my arms, yawn
“Tomorrow, I must”…………..
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