Not Babbling: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

She always worries/
she’s babbling. The funny thing/
is: She never does.

Stupidity versus Integrity: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

My integrity /
is too oft negated by/
my stupidity.

It’s hard to believe/
she’d leave the love of her life/
for being stupid.

When the end happens,/
like a waterfall cascade,/
the future is Mist*.

*German definition of “Mist” = “manure”

Deep sorrow is good./
When you haven’t been sleeping/
it helps you slumber.

My Christmas wish list:/
All I want for Christmas is/
what you said you want.

One stupid mistake./
Was she looking for reasons/
to tell me goodbye?

I pull out towels,/
still damp, and catch her sweet scent./
My tear’d moisture flows.

I pull out towels,/
still damp. I catch her sweet scent and/
add my tear’d moisture.

She no longer likes/
me. I know: she no longer/
reads my poetry.

“Good morning, keeper!”/
was all the message I hear./
I burst into tears.