Too Worried Blindness: Haiku

When you become much
too worried about things, you
can’t see or enjoy.

No Pillow Talk: Haiku Lament

Another man’s voice
droans through her headphones. There’s no
time for pillow talk.

Now I know how a

leper feels is not a great

country western song.

When you start to get /

second guessed about all you/

do, you stop doing.

You’re gone. I’m left here,
ashamed, knowing in your pain,
I avoided you.

You know what to do?
Then run the plot line and just
leave out the fight scenes.

She begs: “Take me to
It’ly!” I do. She then sits,
alone, with her phone.

My self-pity haiku a week before Christmas:

When you tried hard to/

avoid “Cat’s in the Cradle”/

yet they’re distant? Weep.

I doubted my path
’til I looked skyward and saw
Orion. All’s right.*

I doubted my path
’til I looked skyward and saw
my guide, Orion.

She’s got nothin’ to say.
In my loneliness I can tell,
I’m under her spell,
But her checkmark is grey.*

[*Facebook instant messenger has a blue check when the message is read, a grey check when it hasn’t been read.]