Dry Spell

Angry cleaning can
clear my head, stop the feeling
that I should stab you.

Angry writing brings
back my characteristic
poise. There's a bright side.

When I can't get laid
I have a spotless
house, a current blog.

Senryu Times Three: No French Toast for Thee

yes, dreams do matter

you put your hand on her hip

and stroked her blonde hair

her french toast smelled sweet

sick the way you whispered sex

and slurped the syrup

bad news, you Old Man

I beat up bedtime betty

no more french toast dreams

My Senryu on "Handful of Stones" blog

http://www.ahandfulofstones.com/2010/02/senryu-times-two-no-beer-for-you.html

It's 3 AM and I'm eating - because there's a baby in my belly and apparently little missy can't wait for 5:30 AM to roll around - and also writing about this senryu I wrote a couple of months ago. A senryu is a haiku about human foibles. As much as I love haikus, which traditionally are nature-themed, I wanted to take this form and apply it to my tendencies to make outrageous threats like, "I'm gonna leave you and go to Mexico."

Enjoy. My tummy is full and I'm going back to bed.

Senryu Times Two: No Beer For You

my love means High Life
and a note on the doorstep
"Mexico. Good luck."

after last week's fight
I could head south and leave you
with two kids, no beer