Objecting To Being An Object: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

When you discover/
you’re just an object as a/
lover, you feel strange.

Or
lover, you should object.

Blanket I Am Sorry: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Can I make blanket/
apologies? A cosmic /
“I’m sorry!” to all?

Sometimes we give folks/
free rent in our minds, when we/
should just evict them.

I face
and embrace
my fear.

It’s being a motivator,
not a regulator
nor intimidator.

For in staring fear down
I find
I don’t drown.
I open my mind.

In Nature, change must /
happen slow, to give wings strength./
Aren’t we beyond that?

OR
We are beyond that.

Green IM buttons/
let me know you haven’t done/
the Unthinkable.

Update 7/7/2011 — 3 p.m.
The buttons are gone./
Like seafoam bubbles popping,/
I don’t understand.

Tangerined brie skin./
Sunny skies. Afro-cubeists./
Seattle zoo kewl.

When you care, sometimes/
you must shut up, lean against /
a lone wall, and wait.

Cleaning out my car./
Brunch: Melted chocolate wrapped in/
a stale hot dog bun.

Waking to a bed/
that’s empty is hard. Waking/
empty is much worse.