You Think I Look Bad: Revolutionary Haiku

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

Where’s The True Revolution? Revolutionary Haiku

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.

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

She who craveth not/
intensity will prob’ly/
never handle me.

I thought breaking up/
through email was awful. No./
Silence is much worse.

When you are jealous,/
I talk it out. When I am,/
you leave me hanging.

Eight poems. One view each./
Some one person has read me./
Will she ever call?

*oops. It wasn’t “her”.

I recyle waste:/
Beer cans. Coke bottles. Not mine,/
but the world’s better.