Sleep deprivation:/
You do that to me. Just deal/
with it, or sue me.

Sev’ral thousand lines/
of adoring, wooing rhymes/
fail to make you mine.

She still not into/
you. Writing thousands of lines of/
woo goo won’t change that.

Is ‘I’ll contemplate/
it’ Utah woman-speak for /
‘No. you’re not my type!’?

I tried a little/
tenderness, like Otis said./
It worked…so now what?

Lunch was eggs. I want/
to make omlets. She says no./
Can’t we have them twice?

To dark arenas,
With transparent drums & strobes,
They brought Rock and Roll.

Since New Year’s, I’ve penned
scores of Haiku. Noone knows
they are aMUSE-ing.