The I Wear My Trousers Rolled Poem

Everybody’s so cool,
I can’t stand it.
That’s how I know
I’m old.
That and the fact
that I get up every night,
in the middle of the night,
every night,
in the middle of the night.
And I repeat myself.
Plus no one’s listening
to what I’m saying anyway.
Not even me.

Haiku #5

Hot and sticky day,

heart as free as a child's,

every day summer.

Haiku #4

The white crescent moon
cradled the sky in her arms.
One earthling noticed.