
Today, just right now,
I spent thirty minutes and
Reaped this dumb reward
Try on being wrong
Like new jeans might need stretching
A good fit comes slow
There once was a big ol’ fat cat
Who loved to sit on me while I’d nap
But because he’s so large
like a grumpy fluff-barge
I died under his giant butt-flap
Co-written with Devin and Renee
Recurring payments
Recur, ‘cept when card’s dated
Lest, delinquency
Also, I’m balding – yo ho
Oop, gonna squeeze past
The world is exploding and
| : We cry and move on : |
Take care of your head
This charade and your facade
Is bad for your bod
Truth, soft light, quiet
Round tables, broad empathy
Bridges of burdens
In over my head
Like walls falling down; crumbled
Just not good enough
Just not good enough
Just not good enough
Just not good enough
Just not good enough
Just not good enough
Just not good enough
Just not good enough
Here I sit, tied up, to wit
Anxious, and I feel like shit
Here I go, in knots, namely
Panicked, moving forward lamely
|:Inactiv(e):|ity;
accidental, purposeless,
and bountiful dread.
Forward momentum,
Like a fish out of water
Feels like ho/drowning\pe
I can see the out
But the now is so heavy
So I stay in to
wait.
Like a stuck rock sits
I let the moss crawl my back
And hide me from you
Past prevents movement
Past prevents movement
Past prevents movement
Past prevents movement
Past prevents movement
Past prevents movement
Past prevents movement
Past prevents movement
Did you miss something?
Fear not; “they” will remind you
every chance they get!
Throbbing helplessness
Loss, but only enough so
It’s never over
Remember when you
didn’t spend enough time on
your schedule so you’re dead now
Also you wasted people’s time because you’re the worst.
It’d be nice if
I could blame someone else for
this series of things
You:
*Misunderstanding*
Me:
*Corrects misunderstanding*
You:
*Very skeptical*
Me:
*I want to do crawl in a hole so I can blow it up while you stand on me*
The more I don’t do
the more there is not to do
| : Again and again : |
What have we done -weighs-
Digital intention -me-
Crush my will and -down-
Envy is a sore
Which grabs up small pains to bear
Like fine salt in hands.
I’m sorry
I hope it’s the last time
I know it isn’t
I’m in a ditch, where the wind howls my name
And the soft footfall of empathy is drowned out by
Concern that my needs won’t be met first
Yes, I’m aware that
these haiku are about me
Irony and I are long friends
Must I relate story
after story to my life
My heart isn’t that important
How many times must
I ask for attention when
you need it from me?
Shame, blame, doubt, fear, rage
Bubble up, in unison
When empathy lacks
Gossip is a key to sad
A reflection of your worst
Remember your fear
When you don’t, it’ll bite you
and rend your failure
by John Phillip Allen
Shouting desperately
Dying to be heard and yet
Everyone passes by
It isn’t your fault.
Here we are, underwater
And I can’t breathe right