Inaction Kills Me Again: Revolutionary Haiku

I’m dying again.
Like I did before. This time,/
inaction kills me.

Does Looking Good Matter? Revolutionary Haiku

If I look real good,/
and no one is there to care,/
is it a “macht’s nichts”?

Inevitable:/
If we do not ever talk,/
good things won’t happen.

I’m being myself./
Your thinking that I look bad/
doesn’t change your look.

Just because I’m me,/
and you think I look bad, does/
not make you look bad.

We ask for freakin’/
revolutions, but we won’t/
try to change ourselves.

Our “emergencies”/
are mostly mere excuses/
to avoid tough truths.

If you want to live/
in communities, Facebook/
and Twitter don’t count.

Beneath the shadow
of Russian revolution:
my gelatoffice.

Twenty-two year old/
strawberry-rhubarb jam still/
tastes great! We done good.