Objecting To Being An Object: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

When you discover/
you’re just an object as a/
lover, you feel strange.

Or
lover, you should object.

Blanket I Am Sorry: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Can I make blanket/
apologies? A cosmic /
“I’m sorry!” to all?

Green IM buttons/
let me know you haven’t done/
the Unthinkable.

Update 7/7/2011 — 3 p.m.
The buttons are gone./
Like seafoam bubbles popping,/
I don’t understand.

So much joy to share./
Music, dancing, happiness./
No one to share it.

Tangerined brie skin./
Sunny skies. Afro-cubeists./
Seattle zoo kewl.

When you care, sometimes/
you must shut up, lean against /
a lone wall, and wait.

Cleaning out my car./
Brunch: Melted chocolate wrapped in/
a stale hot dog bun.

Waking to a bed/
that’s empty is hard. Waking/
empty is much worse.

When she needs to talk,/
but tells you: “Please do not call!”,/
you are kinda stuck.

God puts people in/
our paths who can help us, but/
we must be walking.