Why do I miss you?/
Do you even know when I do?/
Do you even care?

It may sound absurd/
but if you’d just say the word,/
I would stop looking.

I wanted to sedate her,/
see if I could date her,/
and, in time,/
change her mind/
about being a man hater.

Original was “about being a Mormon hater.”

My passion
IS passion.
Romance.
Enjoying life.
Having fun.
Doing good.
Being kind.

A convertible.
Thai or bbq
(but any type is ok).
Root beer float
or
fruit smoothie.

If Yew wuz mah gurl,/
Ah wouldn’t park on no bar stool/
while you went dancin’.

Or
F U wuz mah gurl,/
Ah woodn’t be sittin’ on no/
bar stool while you danced.

Sometimes, when things don’t/
go your way, there’s really not/
a lot you can say.

He never asked me/
to buy a long distance bike./
I’ll see him again.

I saw a photo of a Whidbey Island beach, and thought of a friend’s photo on a similar beach.
Whidbey Island Haiku:

There’s a beach photo/
of a fine woman I know./
It’s just as stunning.

I woke up drooling,/
spittle drenching my pillow,/
and remembered you.

I heard and listened/
but never thought that i would end/
up her gay boy friend.