Dreams Never Expressed: Haiku

Dreams never expressed./
Thoughts never admitted to./
Hidden late night awe.

I Fixed Our Bench Swing: Haiku Lament

I fixed our bench swing.
Now we can sit together
and look at our phones.

I grab her now like
she once grabbed me. There is no
result I can see.

She’s learning. That’s good
for her. I’m left out and so
lonely. Bad for us.

There are thousands of/
books and podcasts to hear, but/
that’s not why I’M here.

He, the broke walrus,/
dreams of luring the nymph. [LAUGH!] /
Yet I played that game.

Tragic irony: /

Have all you’ve begged and prayed for,/

Lost desire to do.

Don’t invite me, and
don’t wait for me, chances are
we’ll both be alone.

we’ll end up alone.

When she has her own

Oasis and it’s not you,

what are you good for?

I have a love who
snores, but she adores me. How’d
I get so lucky?