Quickly Ending Calls: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

Our calls end quickly./
That’s because I don’t want to/
extend sad goodbyes.

My Behavioral Muse Exposes Me: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

By exposing me,/
so I see myself, she’s my/
behavioral muse.

If I stand
And demand
Certain acts,
Then take others to task,

How am I
The sort of guy
Who is in any way kind?
I am out of my mind.

I often can’t read
What others might need,
But when they misread me,
I pout, and spout anarchy.

It’s not fair nor right
To put others though this plight.

I ask for a script./
Everyone walks on eggshells./
No one likes this play.

If he were with her/
he’d grasp her fingers tightly/
and kiss her quiet.

She sits, mountain queen,/
rebirthing on her birthday./
Do hills sing happy?

There’s so many poems /
to write this morning, but I/
must use the bathroom.

If I’m a liar/
and a cheater does that make /
goodbye easier?

I always wondered
what it would be like
to awake from night’s slumber
with a movie star by my side.

I couldn’t wait to see,
so I took a mirror to bed with me!

Some rums are yum. Some/
are dumb. You can test them by/
sticking in your thumb