Facebook stalking
with no return gawking
is not worth
the deep mirth
and late-night walking.
Driving home late night,/
I zoom ’round a round-about/
twice, fast, rockin’ “YEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!”
When you raid the fridge/
late nights, check labels to make/
sure it’s not prune juice.
Would she be prepared/
or unaware of what late/
night missive he’d give?
Why does my phone ring?/
It’s midnight! I’m a late night/
verbal booty call.
Sometimes she’s awake/
at 2 a.m.. I wonder:/
Should I call her then?
I sent you
a late-night haiku,
and, this morning,
what did you do?
Walked to your desk.
That’s really best:
Stay calm and inert.
Don’t try to flirt.
When starting out,
leave room for doubt
instead of imagining
some grand beginning.
Be practical! It’s only then
you’ll avoid disapointment again.