Kitchen Cheesed Off: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku Rant

In being told to /
clean up the cheesed kitchen, I/
am, myself, cheesed off.

Vanishing Woman: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku

She suddenly and/
completely would vanish, and/
I never knew why.

If you set dates that/
are virtual and no one/
calls, you’re still stood up.

Every Father’s Day/
there’s one message missing. This/
year, it’s not his child’s.

She says she wants to/
call and talk. Next, she texts she’s /
sleepy. “Goodnight.” What?!?

How painful will it/
be the day that there’s no more/
exclusivity?

Should each email, text/
or IM get a response?/
Do you say “Hi!” back?

We weed and mow. Why?/
Millions spend weekends growing/
meaningless green forts.

OR
We weed and mow. Why?/
Millions spend weekends to grow/
meaningless nothings.

Inspiration is/
hindered by technology./
Where’s pen and paper?

I’m dying again.
Like I did before. This time,/
inaction kills me.